#sigh... always so quick to jump my mans but always begging for him to come help u... typical... /j

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me when ppl bm me for picking iron man every single time without question

my brother in christ i died once. its not that serious.

[sttoru]

⠀ 𝝑𝑒 ⠀⠀ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. play fighting with your lover quickly turns into you being pounded on the couch.

tags. (assassin!)toji x female reader. smut. dōggy style. age gap implied. with plot-ish. unprotected -> p in v. size difference / kink. power trip-ish. teasing. crēampie. dacryphilia. tummy bulging. pūssy slapping. breēding mention. reader gets called ‘(little) girl, pretty, doll, slut.’ not proofread. wc: 3.4k

you let out a sigh of relief when your lover comes back home safe from another mission. toji’s risky job always leaves you anxious, knowing what could happen to him if things took a turn for the worse.

“keheh, there’s my pretty girl,” toji grins as he feels you jump into his embrace the instant he steps into the living room. your arms wrap around his waist and your head rests against his chiseled chest. he’s sweaty and bloody, yet you can’t care less. you’ve waited all day for him.

you tilt your head back and give the black-haired man a quick, passionate kiss. he returns it with equal force before picking you up and bringing you over to the couch. once toji put you down, he reaches a hand out to lazily ruffle your hair, “i’m g’nna take a shower, yeah?”

you shake your head and grab his hand before he can think of moving away. “no, want you to stay. just for a little more,” you attempt to coax toji into staying with you for a bit more.

“after i take a shower, doll. i probably smell ‘n look like shit,” the assassin mumbles in a low tone. his hair is wet with sweat, black locks sticking to his forehead. his compression shirt is torn in some places, but it’s neatly outlining his pecs, which makes him look ten times more attractive.

“nu-uh, you don’t,” you refute and tug at toji’s wrist again. he playfully rolls his eyes after giving in to your innocent request. you clearly don’t mind the sweaty state he’s in. you just want to cuddle up and talk to him about all kinds of things. “you look as handsome as ever,” you smile at him once you straddle his lap. toji’s hands find your hips, his nails ghosting over your skin to send shivers down your spine.

“heh. that ain’t nothin’ new,” your lover leans his head back with a cocky smirk. he knows how much you love it when he’s all sweaty and tired. toji never fails to spot the way your eyes wander up and down his muscular figure whenever he’s wearing that signature outfit of his. a black compression shirt that defines his pecs and white-ish baggy pants. you love it.

your fingers trace circles over his chest. you don’t seem to care about the random crimson droplets on his skin. they’re not his, thus you let it go. asking questions about the job he’s finished will only ruin the mood you’ve set. plus, toji clearly needs some distraction from the fact that his limbs are aching. he’s outdone himself today as well.

“you tired?” you ask through a soft murmur. your boyfriend nods while yawning, teasingly pinching your cheek afterwards. “mhm,” toji hums while playing with the collar of your shirt, eyes wandering down to your tits. one of his most favorite spots on your body.

you’re clearly not wearing a bra and it’s making it difficult for him to stay focused. your nipples push against the material of your pyjamas so deliciously, just begging to be touched by his fingers. he quietly clears his throat and looks the other direction to play it off.

“oh?” you giggle and tap toji’s cheek twice to gain his attention, though with no success. he’s trying his best to come off as nonchalant as possible—to remain that stoic man he’s always been. his attempts are proven futile when you press your breasts against his chest.

“come on, babe. look at meeee,” you laugh and resort to tickling toji’s belly and armpits. he freezes for a second before scoffing at your actions, his hands immediately rush under your shirt to tickle you back. you end up squirming on his lap, trying to swat his arms in attempt to defend yourself.

your lover lets out a haughty chuckle as you become defenceless because of his well calculated revenge tickles. “mm? didn’t hear ya, y’ should speak up,” toji teases you, clearly seeing how you’re struggling to talk as he makes you squeal and laugh uncontrollably.

there are tears forming on your eyes. your breath comes in short gasps when you finally find a chance to jump off toji’s lap. “shut up, fushiguro!” you call out, going back to last name basis, which you know toji dislikes. you stumble back a little and stick your tongue out at your lover before fleeing the scene. or at least you try to.

“fushiguro, aye?” you hear toji’s voice right behind you, and when you turn around to face him, he’s already got you caged in his arms. you gasp and kick your legs, hitting him in the shin. the man groans at the contact and loosens his grip a little. you take the opportunity again, jumping onto his back, clinging onto him with your legs around his waist. you encircle your arm around his neck and catch him off guard with a surprise headlock.

“hehe, got you now,” you grin smugly. toji’s not giving his best, you know that, because you’d be on the floor if he did. he’s allowing you to have fun and he’s indulging you, which you more than so appreciate. “what? cat got your tongue, big boy?” you continue challenging him, proud of your little achievement.

you’re painfully oblivious to toji's struggles. how he's struggling with his inner desires, how his hands ball up into fists at his side. he can feel your body clinging onto him, your legs wrapped so tightly around his waist. it’s adorable that you find so much joy in having the upper hand over a grown man like him.

adorable, and such a huge turn on.

toji can’t believe that he’s getting a boner from just playing with you like this. maybe it’s your body that’s pressed against him so snugly, letting him feel every feminine curve or maybe it's the fact that he knows he can easily pin you to the ground and show you what a real man can do until you're begging for mercy.

your nipples are pressed against his back and it’s so hard to act like he can’t feel that. it’s hard to believe you’re not doing it on purpose, but you truly aren’t.

“careful,” toji comments in a husky voice. the corner of his lip twitches, his eyes hidden behind his black bangs, “y’ might start something you can’t finish.” you figure that it’s just bait to scare you off, so you don’t take it seriously. you tighten the headlock a little, biting toji’s ear and nibbling on it as revenge.

“you’re not scaring me with that,” you chuckle and pinch toji’s cheek with your free hand. the older man turns his head slightly, catching a glimpse of your mischievous grin. oh, how cute.

with a swift, fluid motion, toji reaches up with both hands and grasps your thighs firmly. in a heartbeat, your positions reverse and he pins you to the nearby wall. both of his meaty arms cage you in by pressing against the concrete on either side of your head.

“seems like i’m the one who got ya now, doll,” toji murmurs, his voice low and laced with a hint of lust. he gazes down at you, your faces mere inches apart. you can feel his breath fanning against your lips. he’s itching to claim your mouth so, so bad.

but before he can capture your sweet lips with his, you catch him off guard by pushing your full weight forward, causing toji to lose balance. he tumbles backwards onto the carpet below with you on top of him.

“nope, am not giving up so easily,” you giggle as you try to grab at his wrists. you’re oblivious to toji’s desires, too focused on overpowering the man who could snap you in half. it’s fun when he allows you to take control.

however, your lover is slowly losing his rationality. you’re seated on top of his abs and he can swear he can feel the heat of your cunt through your clothes. it’s the only thing he can focus on at that moment. the only thing he craves.

“fuck, c’mere,” toji growls and rolls you over so you’re pinned beneath him on the floor. he can’t help the smirk that tugs at his lips when your laughter echoes throughout the living room. even through his lustful haze, he finds your joy thoroughly endearing.

you manage to find another opening and roll over again so you’re on top of him instead. the cycle continues for a few more seconds, your bodies lost in a tangled mess of limbs. you exchange gasps, grunts and giggles while you’re ‘fighting’ for dominance.

when you bite on toji’s shoulder as a way to catch him off guard once more, he hisses. not in an annoyed or pained way— no. he’s so turned on that you biting him sends a jolt of pleasure right down to his aching cock. so turned on that he may accidentally have developed a new kink in that same second.

either way, that little action was his last straw.

toji effortlessly lifts you up on the couch, your body bouncing a bit on the plush cushions as he turns you around on your stomach. one arm hooks around your neck, his bicep pressing against your throat. not enough to hinder your airway, but enough to send shivers down your spine.

“told ya to b’ careful,” toji grunts, his breath against your sensitive skin from behind, “y’ should start listening to me more.” his tongue flicks out and licks a stripe up your ear. his crotch is pressed right against your ass and only then do you notice his raging hard-on.

your eyes widen, cheek smushed against his muscular arm wrapped around your neck, keeping you in place beneath his big body. “oh, fuck, toji,” you let out a shuddering breath. you’re completely engulfed by his large frame—disappearing out of sight. just how he likes it.

“yeah? feel that?” toji grins as he squeezes his bicep around your delicate throat some more. you gasp and whine, turned on by him overpowering you, as much as you had been enjoying the opposite just seconds ago. he mocks your earlier words with a grunt, “think i have’ta remind my lil’ brat exactly what this ‘big boy’ can do to ya.”

and the older man wastes no time to do exactly that.

your shorts and panties are tossed carelessly on the carpet, your cheek smushed against the cushions that you’re desperately gripping. your face is contorted with pleasure, brows furrowed, eyes glazed over and your swollen lips parted to take shallow breaths.

you can feel the ache in your lower back. the arch of your spine is nearly unnatural as your ass is pushed so high up, bouncing back to meet the mean backshots your man is giving you.

“ah, ngh! t—toooji,” you mewl loudly, droplets of saliva trickling down from the corner of your mouth. you can’t deny that this entire situation has you soaked.

the switch toji went through, from being playful and letting you do what you want to reminding you who’s boss at the end of the day— it’s perfect and feels way too good. the cherry on top is the familiar scent of his body, the sweat mixed with his cologne.

it adds to the pleasure, makes you dizzy in a good way.

toji grips your waist, his manly hands trailing down to your hips every now and then for the extra leverage. his fingers dig into your soft flesh as he pounds into you mercislessly, fucking into you like you’re his personal cocksleeve. “ain’t gonna try that again, are ya?”

“dumb lil’ slut,” your harsh lover grumbles under his breath, hand smacking the fat of your ass. toji loves seeing it ripple underneath him, even more so when his hips smack against your rear with strength that leaves your flesh stinging, “bet ya love it when i remind you who owns this cunt.”

toji groans as he slides his thick cock in and out of your tight cunt. you’re gripping him like you never want to let go, like you want to milk him of every drop of the cum stored in his balls.

the sight that he’s blessed with from his point of view can make him bust a load right then and there. you’re presenting your ass to him shamelessly, looking back over your shoulder with lust-blown eyes.

and don’t get him started on the outline of his dick distending your tummy, the one he can feel whenever he reaches a hand around to press against your lower abdomen and circle your clit. too fucking lewd.

“fuck, yeahhhh. take that fat fuckin’ dick, baby,” toji throws his head back as he pushes your body even further into the couch. you swear he’s folding you in half, “let me show ya what a real man in charge can do— how a real man fucks his woman.”

toji’s cock is ruining you, reshaping your insides to fit his massive size and you don’t mind it one bit. in fact, you love it. love the feel of him, the stretch and burn of his thick cock splitting you open.

“yes, mmh, yes! fuck me!” you keen, sobbing from the pleasure. your hand reaches back to scratch at toji’s arm, trying to hold onto him, to find him even in the midst of it all. the view of your desperation and your pleas makes him lose it.

the dark-haired man scoffs, “oh, i’ll fuck ya, all right. . .”

with a low growl, toji plants one foot on the floor next to you, his other leg still bent at the knee on the sofa you’re laying at. the muscles in his arms ripple as he lifts your hips even higher up to be able to meet his thrusts.

“fuuuuuck! right there!” you wail, your head trashing back and forth on the damp sofa. from this new angle, he can drive his fat dick into you even deeper, engorged tip hitting that sweet spot inside you that makes you see white.

toji revels in the obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin, mixed with your sweet moans. you seem so much smaller than him in this new position, your body helplessly giving in, allowing him to put you in whatever position he wants. it boosts his ego and makes his cock pulse inside of you.

he loves seeing the tears in your eyes as it nearly gets too much for you to handle. it motivates him to fuck you harder until you’re full on bawling, which he can easily get off on. making you cry in pure bliss is all he wants to achieve.

your pussy is tight as it clenches around his cock like a vice. toji’s hand slithers around to circle your clit, making your legs spasm and hips thrust back sloppily. “shitttt, y’r sweet lil’ cunt was made just for this—” he pants as his thumb presses against the nub, “to take my cock.”

all you can do is dumbly nod at whatever your partner says. “mmhm, ah yeah, made for you,” your small whines are music to his ears. the palms of your hands feel clammy as you hold onto anything you can grasp.

everything around you is a blur as the only thing you can focus on is the way his heavy cock fills you so well.

toji can feel your juices trickling down his heavy sack, soaking his thighs and yours, as well as the couch. it will leave stains, but he doesn’t care and neither do you.

“look at ya,” he huffs and slaps your clit once, callused fingers dragging along your puffy lips that are parted obscenely wide for his cock. toji brings his wet finger to his mouth to lick it clean. he hums satisfactorily at the taste, “pussy’s droolin’ aaaall over my dick. nasty girl.”

your pussy starts fluttering around his thick length as it impales you over and over. it’s a telltale sign of your orgasm, one toji has come to recognise quite easily.

“yeah? gonna make an even bigger mess on my cock?” he grins before pressing his chest against your sweaty back, blanketing your small body. the extra weight added to the ecstasy only makes you scream louder for him.

“yes, yes, yes! gonna cum!” you cry out, toes curling and eyes rolling back as you try to prolong your pleasure. even if it’s only for a second.

toji curses under his breath as his hips move faster to drive you over the edge. he can’t wait to feel your cunt get even tighter, to make it feel like you’re about to snap his dick off. he loves the pain mixed with the pleasure of your tightness.

“do it. cream all over me, c’mon, little girl. y’ can do it,” toji coaxes, delivering small smacks to your clit, causing your hips to jolt back with each slap. you can’t do it anymore— can’t hold on any longer.

you scream as you cum, your pussy spasming wildly around toji’s pulsing cock. that sensation alone has the older man gasping for air, nails digging into the flesh of your ass. no matter how many times he fucks you, the moment you cum, he automatically follows.

the way you squeeze his dick and hold onto it like you don’t want to let go is simply too much.

“fuck, fuck, fuck. g’nna make me bust a fat fuckin’ nut inside of you,” toji groans, his rhythm growing sloppy yet his thrusts are still deliciously hard, “gonna pump this pussy full of my load. breed ‘er nice and deep. shitt— take it!”

a strangled moan leaves his lips as he grinds his hips against your ass while his cock jolts inside of you. he pumps jet after jet of hot cum directly into your womb, tip rubbing against the deepest spot he can reach.

“eaaaasy, yeah, just like that. let it soak into ya,” toji hisses as his hips jerk erratically, “good girl. takin’ all of it so well.” it seems to go on forever as spurts of semen flood your insides for a good few seconds.

once your lover fully empties his balls inside of you, he feels himself grow weak. his thighs and arms tremble a bit from overexertion.

you collapse together in a sweaty heap, toji’s softening dick still buried deep inside of you. the only thing filling the room now is your heavy breathing as you slowly regain your composure. it’s quite a comfortable silence.

after a while, toji shifts. he pulls out with a wet squelch and watches with half-lidded eyes as thick, pearly globs of cum trickle down your slit. he grins lazily at the sight before turning you around.

you’re completely fucked out, it seems. your chest is heaving and your eyes are barely open. the trails of tears and drool on your face tells the man enough. toji wipes a stray strand of hair from your face with a haughty chuckle, “damn, keheh, fucked y’ real good. you okay though?”

you weakly nod in response before wrapping your arms around him. your hands rest on his broad back, pressing your face into the crook of his neck.

toji hums and hugs you back, being careful not to squish you under his weight. he presses chaste kisses to your temple as he enjoys your frame molding perfectly against the hard muscles of his body.

“y’ did so well for me, little girl,” he comments gruffly, voice deep and a bit hoarse. you smile at the praise and murmur a small ‘thanks’. nothing is better than being able to feel safe with your lover after an intense session like that.

you pull back a bit and look up at toji with a little, playful grin. “guess i need to challenge you more often. felt too good, babe.”

toji lets out a small scoff and shakes his head. a ghost of a smirk appears on his lips as he slightly pinches your side. he holds you against his chest and buries his nose into your hair, sighing as he finally relaxes his weary body.

“y’ can try. might break ya for real next time, though.”

[grimmsbride]

✶ ℘ EASY GOING DOWN ╲ rex sloan.

₊ཾִ ᖫྀ ⁣⁣. ⠀⎯ summary rex was trying to be better, to a new and improved man and superhero. slowly growing himself, the man turns to you in hopes of learning one, very important thing; how to get better at oral sex..

₊ཾִ ᖫྀ ⁣⁣. ⠀⎯ tags rex is ooc (i’ve never written for him before) | oral sex | past mentions of rex being a selfish lover/person | eve mention (love her) | porn with no plot | porn with complicated feelings | fingering | pet names (mama, baby) | again rex is ooc i’m sorry 😭 | uhh that’s it

₊ཾִ ᖫྀ ⁣⁣. ⠀⎯ notes i asked for requests and then literally went on vacation i’m sorry 😭😭, i’m slowly trying to get through them (though this wasn’t a request just something i wanted to write) so please bare with me and thank you for your patience. as always please excuse any mistakes, and pls enjoy

“Rex, are you fucking serious?”

“Can you give me a minute to warm u—“

“Warm up?!” You huffed loudly, quickly sitting up from your laying position. Your eyes bore into the man between your legs, spotting the way he so stupidly sat there with his tongue partially past his lips, eyebrows furrowed a little in annoyance.

The situation was odd in the simplest terms, weird at worst. Currently you found yourself in nothing but a tshirt, completely bare from the waist down whilst your close friend Rex Splode was at his knees towards the edge of the bed, attempting to eat you out.

It was no secret Rex was selfish at times; a dickhead, cheater, just a boundless amount of certain emotions wrapped into one. But luckily, he was trying to change, trying to outgrow the old Rex Sloan into a person worth being around.

And well, one of those steps was learning how to be.. less selfish during sex.

That’s where you came in. Given the two of you were pretty close — and pretty platonic, up until this point — Rex was able to come to you about his personal dilemma, practically begging to practice on you with the promise of buying you whatever you wanted; no matter the price.

It took a moment for you to give in, but something about that pretty face screwed up into a begging pout was enough. And it couldn’t be that bad, right?

Except, the man has done nothing spectacular since he started. He avoided your clit like the plague, did nothing special with his tongue, and nearly bruised your walls with the unnecessary speed of his fingers.

You flopped back onto your bed, groaning softly. “Warm up..” You repeated in soft disbelief, leaning to rest your cheek against the blankets.

“— no wonder Eve dropped your sorry a— OW!”

You shot up once again, glaring daggers at the man, “You did not just fucking bite my thigh.”

“Serves you right.” Rex grumbled, though rubbing his thumb across the bite mark as if to soothe you. He leaned his cheek against your opposite thigh, eyes trailing to focus on your face.

“Just tell me what to do. That was the entire point of me coming to you.”

Your gaze trailed back to the man, silent for a few moments before releasing a little sigh. You shouldn’t be too hard on him, despite how silly the situation seemed, this was Rex’s odd way of being better. In his own, little, very odd way.

“Well first..” You begun, adjusting your hips to catch his attention. Your legs slid open a little wider, gliding your fingers across your thighs. “Don’t immediately jump to fingers, use your tongue— you’re supposed to warm the girl up.”

Rex was quick to obey your instructions, hands finding your thighs whilst leaning closer. His tongue slowly slid out from his mouth, gliding across your folds, the tip parting them to drag against your little bud. The act was experimental, Rex clearly taking your words to heart; something you found quite cute in the moment.

Resident douche bag Rex Sloan sitting here so patiently and sweetly, eyes on you and eyebrows lifted as he awaited your next request.

Your hand rose, finding a strand from his loose bun, curling it around your finger.

“Keep doing that, focus on my clit too..” Your voice trailed the moment he gave you another lick, dragging the fat of his tongue along your slick cunt. Soft squelches begun to rise in the air as he continued, his shallow breathing fanning against you with each moment that passed.

Unlike before, Rex didn’t rush, throughly taking his time in pleasuring your body. The complete 180 had you reacting much more positively then before, sinking into the bed as the pleasure bloomed from little sparks to strikes down your spine the moment his lips wrapped around your clit.

You couldn’t help the way your thighs jolted, threatening to squeeze his head into place. Large hands spread along your warm skin, carefully taking your thighs into his palms and keeping them steady and wide.

“Shiiiit...” Your voice dragged, taking your shirt in your hands for a gentle grip. Gentle was his lips and tongue, circulating your little bud swollen, sucking even softer— your arousal pooled from within down to your taint.

A growing mess that Rex was slowly getting proud of.

His eyes dragged up your body to your face, noticing the way your eyelids rested low on your eyes, lips parted as a mix of soft breathing and quiet moans escaped. Rex’s hand adjusted, allowing his thumb to rub little circles along your labia, slowly removing his lips from your swollen button with a soft pop.

“Looks like I’m actually doing something right, huh?”

It was just like him to tease you at a time like this, lips slick with your mess and his saliva curled into the most devious little smile.

Your eyebrows pushed close, mouth opening a little wider to tell him off, only for the man to lean back down to your clit, returning to his previous ministrations.

“What’s the next step, baby?”

The words were muttered right into your wetness, eyes completely focused on your face and awaiting your command.

Your stomach was clenching into knots, hand moving over to his hair to hold instead of your own shirt.

“Just… ke—keep doing that..” You whined loudly the moment his teeth ever so gently dragged across your clit, a swear escaping you in the process.

His confidence was thriving at this point, and something else as well…. Rex Sloan didn’t put much thought into coming to you, none at all, actually. In his mind, it was nothing more than a friend teaching another how to beat a level to a game.

Nothing more right?

Except, here Rex was with his mouth right on your pretty cunt, feeling his dick twitch with every moan that escaped you. And it sure didn’t help every so often the sweetest Rex, would escape your throat; soft, as if you didn’t want him to hear at all.

That simple conclusion caused just a pinch of annoyance.

A hand of Rex’s moved, two fingers being dragged against your wet slit for a couple seconds before they slowly pushed into your fluttering hole. The man watched you carefully, watching as your eyes shut, a groan escaping your throat.

And with a single curl of his fingers, Rex was getting exactly what he wants.

“Rex, fuck!” You cried out, quick whines soon following. Your legs shook and twitched, you were trying so desperately not to crush his head but as he started to thrust his fingers; pushing at your velvety walls in slick squelches, your will was draining slowly.

You slowly sat up, leaning onto your hands and glancing down at the man with glossy eyes.

“Y—you’re good now.. you do—“ Your teeth dragged across your bottom lip, attempting to shake off the pleasure to get through your sentence. The man wasn’t even focused on you, his fingers and mouth continuing to ruin you utterly and completely. You rested on a single hand, reaching down with the other to uselessly push at his forehead.

“— don’t.. have to finish. Fu—fuck, Rex!”

The pads of his fingers were striking that little spongy spot with each thrust, thick appendages scissoring inside, rubbing against your walls so deliciously you were seeing the back of your skull and stars in one fell swoop. Your words were falling on deaf ears, or rather— ears that couldn’t give that much of damn.

Rex was quick to raise his freehand, pressing it against your stomach and effectively pushing you back to your mattress. You squirmed for a moment before quickly realizing the man didn’t work out for nothing, given he kept you seated completely without even trying.

“C—can’t take.. it, Rex— fuck!”

For the first time in a while Rex was moving away, even if just an inch — bated breath fanning across your cunt — as he released a simple;

“C’mon mama.. let me finish. I can’t half-ass end my lesson without at least getting a grade.”

You wanted to kick him, slap, everything— basically hearing that cocky grin dripping from every word. Instead you could only gasp, feeling him latch his mouth right back to your little button with much more vigor then before, little tears pricking at the corner of your eyes.

With both hands you were tugging at his hair, ruining his bun as brown strands tickled your heated skin. Coupled with this, your hips lifted off the bed, driving your pussy right into your face as desperation collected right at the pit of your tummy.

Rex couldn’t help but groan into your wet sex, muttering a soft Fuck my face, [Name] right into you, the vibrations of his words just adding to the already overwhelming pleasure.

You felt that band coming quickly, threatening to pop the longer time went on. And with how hard you were clenching, you knew your end would be intense.

Rex was quick to mutter soft encouragements right into you the moment he noticed how harshly you were clenching, sucking in his fingers so much as if you didn’t wish to let go. The man couldn’t help but grunt the moment the hold on his hair tightened, cock straining at his pants, him wondering if he could come untouched— off your tastes alone.

His name escaped you in one final pleasure filled bellow, coming all over his face and practically locking him into place with your legs. Rex didn’t seem to mind, licking you up, helping you ride out your orgasm perfectly.

Your legs shook from the aftershocks, stomach on fire as you fell back onto your mattress, legs loosening as you breathed. Between soft breaths and strokes of his hair you attempted to calm down, eyes closed and sinking into your mattress.

Only to realize Rex had not stopped once, continuing to lick at your messy cunt, not wasting a single drop of your arousal.

With a loud groan, and much rougher then you intended you were tugging at his hair, lifting him from between your thighs.

“You have to let me catch my breath, Rex!” You huffed out, moving your hips a bit the moment he pulled his fingers out.

Your eyes narrowed at the smile crossing his soaked face, absolutely hating the way he looked downright sexy with messy hair and your essence all over his skin.

“Then hurry up and catch your breath.. I still got a couple of lessons I need help with.”

Your eyes widened, releasing his hair in slight shock as you basically tossed yourself back onto your mattress.

“Five.. minutes.”

[eccentricwritingbaby]

i miss you, i’m sorry 

lando norris x reader

summary - breakup, missed calls, and lando at your doorstep. 

masterlist 

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do you remember happy together?

i do, don’t you?

“hi, you’ve reached y/n! i can’t come to the phone right now but please leave me a messa-”

click. lando stares down at his phone, the daunting contact photo of you two together and happy staring back at him. mocking him. his eyes are brimmed with salty tears, his head mentally begging you to call him back. 

you had broken up one month ago, pressures of life forcing the two of you to become resentful and angry, with a common thought that you would both be better off apart. after two years together he moved out of your shared apartment, giving it to you, and finding his own. but, within a week, lando had missed you too deeply to even recognize any faults near the end, just hopelessly attempting to contact you in any way. he had called you every day since then, always getting your voicemail and never having the right mind to leave one. 

the boxes scattered around his apartment were just inanimate reminders of you, and how much he wished he would’ve never left. how much he wished he would have fought for you and your love, a love that hadn’t disappeared the more you two were apart, it only grew stronger. 

you said ‘forever’, in the end i fought it

please, be honest, are we better for it?

thought you’d hate me, but instead you called

and said, “i miss you”

i caught it

lando fell back into the couch, his dark phone haunting him as he reminisced. what was so bad about the end? you couldn’t make a few races? he knew his love radiated and compensated for that. he could deal with missed races and conflicting schedules if it meant having you back in his life. as he sits, the slight buzzing of his phone catches him out of his trance, and your smiling face appears on his screen. quick and slightly sweating fingers slide across the screen, answering fast with a clearing of his throat. 

“h-hello?” his voice slightly cracks into the phone. 

“hi,” he hears you sigh from the other line, his smile finally coming back as he hears your current voice, “you called?” 

“been calling,” lando tries to lighten the mood, “‘m glad you called back,”

“me too,” your soft voice is music to his ears, “i, i miss you,” your small confession was everything to lando as his full smile returned to his face for the first time since your ultimate breakup. 

“miss you too, love,” he sighs out in relief, “been needin’ to hear your voice,”

“yours too,”

nothing happened in the way i wanted

every corner of this house is haunted

and i know you said that we’re not talking

but i miss you, i’m sorry

“how’ve you been?” he subtly asks, his fingers now playing with the hem of his shirt - a nervous habit he had picked up from you in your years together. 

“have to admit, not that good,” he hears your giggle through his phone and his heart jumps with love, “the apartment feels too quiet without you here,” 

“my new one feels too empty without you here,” lando replies, his hand runs down his face, preparing himself for his next question, “listen, i-i know you said you didn’t want to see me but-”

“come over,” your voice interrupts, already knowing what he was going to ask, “please,” your voice drops into your most vulnerable octave, and lando is already scrambling to retrieve his keys in order to head out the door to your old shared apartment, to you. 

“be there in five, love,” he responds swiftly, jogging out the door in order to make it towards you faster. 

everything i know brings me back to us

i don’t wanna go, we’ve been here before

everywhere i go leads me back to you

the gentle knocking at your door brings you out of your post-call fog and back into reality. he was here. the man that walked out of your life easily and then wouldn’t leave you alone to heal is here. and fuck, you were so happy to see him. 

the breakup hadn’t been your first decision either, the words had just shouted out of your mouth before you could think things through in a fit of rage. and lando listened. and left. but now he’s here. 

opening the door you’re faced with the man you loved, love. his bright eyes and curly hair still the same, his hoodie and joggers making him ever so soft, and the smile graced on his face was hard to miss. 

“hi,” he whispers, almost afraid to scare you off.

“hi,” you whisper back, same fears in your brain as his, “come in,” you gesture to the inside of your once shared apartment, and he easily steps in, bringing a warmth that was missing to the space and making it a home again. just like that. 

“wow,” he states, keeping his same quiet demeanor, “i’ve missed this place,” looking around, his eyes land on you, “i’ve missed you,”

“i’ve missed you too, lan,” you take a step towards him, “i miss you, a-and i’m sorry, for everything,”

“why are you apologizing?” he takes your hands into his own, giving them both a soft squeeze, “i should be the one apologizing, i just left when things got hard instead of working on it and figuring it out, i-”

“no no,” you cut off his ranting, “i should have never suggested a breakup, that was my fault,”

“and i should have never gone along with it, i should’ve stayed, should’ve fought,”

“you did fight, lan,” your eyes begin to gloss as you look up at him, “you called and called, i just shut you out-”

“then don’t shut me out now, give me another chance,” his pulls your hands that are in his to wrap around his neck as his own land on your waist, “please, baby, give us another chance,”

“i love you,” you whisper, “i still love you, of course i want to be with you again,” lando doesn’t hesitate, now knowing you’re on the same page as him and moves forward to capture your lips into a breathtaking kiss.

“god i’ve missed this,” he pants, forehead resting against yours, “please never break up with me again,”

“please never leave again,” you whisper back.

“wouldn’t even dream of it, baby,”

[lunajay33]

Drowning in your Love

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Summary: Being the younger sister of the bat boys had its perks like having access to travel to all the courts as an emissary, but you always had a love for the winter court, but when you go and fall through ice into a frozen lake everything changes when a certain high lord comes along

Pairing: Kallias x f!reader, bat boys x sister

Warning: Drowning

•Masterlist•

Growing up with the three strongest males I know was amazing, Rhysand was my biological brother being decades older than me when I came along he said he’d always protect me, Azriel and Cassian took me in just like they did Rhys and that how my life’s been, surrounded and treated like a princess, eventually when Rhsy came into power I fought to be the emissary of the court, it came with its perks, traveling, socializing

I always favored the winter court, maybe it’s the beautiful blues or the cute snow animals but whenever Rhys needed to send me there I got a thrill

It was Nyx’s birthday coming up and Rhys wanted to take him and Feyre to a little get away to our families villa in the summer court, seeing as he had some duties to attend to in the winter court he decided to send me instead since I had a good relationship with the locals which was rare for outsiders

“Have fun in the summer court little man, when you come back we’ll have our own celebration okay?” I smile as he jumps into my arms, his little wings flapping

“Okay auntie, bring me back those cookies shaped liked snowflakes please” he begs with those adorable puppy eyes

“Of course Angel now go before your father whines again” he giggles and runs off

Taking my to go bag saying goodbye to Azriel and Cassian, I winnow off to the outskirts of the winter court where I usually waited for a guard in a sleigh pulled by a polar bear, but looking around no one was around, thinking maybe they’re late I just wait, and wait, until a few minutes turn into half an hour, to hours now seeing the sun setting I trek through the snow towards the castle, it’s a long walk ahead of me and having to walk through deep snow was no easy task

Eventually the snow breaks to an open frozen lake, sighing exhausted I kneel on the ice, my legs frozen, numb, the weather colder nipping painfully at my face ear and fingers, I let a whine slip as I get back to my feet dragging my feet over the ice, just a little further I chant to myself, just put one foot infront of the other and you’ll be there soon, but my thoughts are broken by a crack and the echoing bubble of the ice under me, I stop feeling the fear of what could happen any second

“KALLIA…..” I try to scream the high lords name hoping he’d sense me somehow but the ice shatters beneath me and I’m taken under dragged around by the painfully freezing currents, with my remaining energy I scratch and claw at the ice above me just praying this wouldn’t be the end, I feel Rhys taping against my mental shield frantic but I was losing the light and my body was slowing….freezing

A voice calls to me as arms wrap around me pushing the water out of my lungs, begging me to wake up, coughing I wake to the water leaving my throat, the familiar fresh crisp scent of the male I’ve always had an affection for pulling me close his warmth a welcome touch compared to numb body

Being winnowed away from the lake right into the castle infront of the fire place

“It hurts” I cry not being able to move, Kallias lays me on the ground using quick magic to change my clothes to dry warm ones, along with drying my skin and hair so I was like new, my my veins and muscle crawled with pain

“Shhhhh it’ll be okay, oh mother above how could I let this happen” I’ve never heard the high lord of winter sound so desperate and scared

Holding me back to his chest he throws a blanket around us, running his hand through my hair

After an hour of being held infront of the fire place I could feel my body healing, but just sitting there against his chest, no words exchanged just me and him and the crackle of the fire soothed that ache

“Thank you Kallias” I sigh placing my hand weakly on his chest, his hand came to lay ontop of mine, his heart pounding underneath

“What happened?” He asks gently

“I waited at the bor…..border for hours…..but no one came I didn’t wanna be a bother so I tried to walk….but then the ice it…it broke I was so cold I couldn’t breathe I couldn’t move…..I’m sorry” I shiver a bit still

“No this is all my fault I forgot the guard was on another mission today I should’ve greeted you myself, when I heard you call my name I knew something was wrong and seeing you under the unconscious I nearly died”

I look up at him admiring the fire illuminating his Snow White hair and the sharp features of his beautifully sculpted face

“You saved me, I’ll forever be indebted to you High Lord” his hand grazed my feathery wings sending shivers through my body, I didn’t have wings like my brothers, mine were rare like angel wings, bright white but being in the illaryian camps some men took it upon themselves to break them, ruining them from flying

“These wings, so beautiful……why have I never seen you fly like your brothers?” He asks gently

“I’ve tried, they were broken by brutes when I was a child, no magic in the world can heal them, I can flutter and still feel them but I’ll never be able to soar through the skies” I could see his features soften even more as he brushed my hair back

“My poor angel, deserves so much more than what’s happened” my heart was pounding so hard I could hardly hear

“You don’t have to be all sweet of me, this wasn’t your fault”

“I felt it you know, from the first time I saw you after under the mountain, you looked like a dream when I came out of that awful cave and you were standing there, you were shinning you were……my angel” my eyes widen as I sit up

“What’re you saying?”

“Why do you think the winter folk love you so unlike the others, even if they don’t know, the magic here senses you’re one of us, you’re mine” at those words I feel warmth pull within my chest straight to him

“And you’re mine but…why didn’t you tell me?” He was silent and I could see the hesitation in his eyes

“I didn’t want to pressure you, I know the winter court doesn’t have a great reputation I just…..wanted you to see me for me not because of the bond” hearing the desperation and slight fear of rejection broke my heart

“My brothers may be a little wary but I’ve always liked you, I’ve had this pull to the winter court….to you, you’re quite a treat on the eyes you know” I smile tracing my finger over his jaw seeing him laugh warmed my body fully

“I could say the same my lady” he leaned down till our lips were nearly touching

“What does this mean now?” I ask as I run my fingers through his icy white hair

“We can take it slow, just me and you until you’re ready”

❄️

My duties in the winter court ended after a week but ever moment with Kallias was a dream, he was gentle and slow with me, just wanting to know more about me, all my interests, my childhood, my family, and just to hold me tight at night nothing more until I’m ready

Gathering my bags and heading home was so hard, as I stood at the threshold of the castle, Kallias brushing his icy fingers over my cheek as he wipes away a stray tear

“I don’t wanna leave Kallias” I sigh as my lip wobbles

“I know my angel but I’ll visit soon remember, your brother is throwing a ball for all the courts families, I hope you’ll be my date?”

“Of course my lord” I see a mischievous spark light in his eyes and a tug through our bond

“If you need me all you need is call and I’ll be there, goodbye my lady” he says as I feel Rhysands magic wrap around me in a black sparkly mist and I’m pulled back to Velaris, standing in the living room of the house of wind, Rhys and Feyre sat on the couch, Cassian and Azriel were stood by the fire place chatting before they saw me, running over and pulling me into a crushing sandwich hug between them

“Feeling you through the bond that night was one of the worst things we’ve ever experienced” cas sighed as they pulled back to check me over

“I’m sorry, it was an accident but…..I was so scared I thought id never see you guys again” I say as Rhys get up to hug me as well

“Thank the mother for Kallias or our dear sister would be a popsicle right now” he said lifting the mood

“How did you get the brooding high lord of winter to save you” Azriel asks curious

“Hey he’s not so bad……trust me” I whisper the last part feeling the blush explode across my face

“Woah woah what was that?” Cassian teases as I try to walk away

“Nothing im just tired” I squeal as I try to run to my room Azriel and Cassian fast in my heels as I jump on the bed wrapping my wings around myself to hide my expressions

“Has our dear sis finally got someone?” They laugh

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, plus I have to get ready for the upcoming ball, I’m thinking a pale blue……thoughts?” They look at eachother with a knowing look then back at me

“You’ll look beautiful” Az smiled as one of his shadows comes and plays around my hair, they’ve always played around me

❄️

That night I can’t fall asleep, use to Kallias holding me and his icy comforting touch, after hours of tossing and turning I hop out of bed and walk down to the living room couch where the fire starts at my entry but it’s a bright blue making me smile, this house has always been a dream to me

‘Kallias? Are you up?’ I say down the bond

‘My angel what are you doing up this late?’

‘Couldn’t sleep….i miss you’ I feel him pull down the bond sending waves of love

‘And I you, I miss your fluffy wings fluttering when you sleep or when you snuggle into me when you’re cold, and how you smell like a vanilla cupcake, I can’t wait to hold you again’

‘I can’t wait to see you in your ball attire’

‘I’ll pick you out the moment I step into the party because you’ll be my bright beautiful angel, now get some sleep I’ll see you tomorrow night’ then the bond was closed

How could anyone think he was hard male, maybe it’s because I’m his mate but I see the way his soul is nothing but loving and wants the best for his court and the ones he cares for

Sleep took me in its grasp and I feel asleep on the couch excited for the moment I see my mate again

The morning came with the shadows tickling my face opening my eyes I see everyone at the table starting breakfast

“Why were you sleeping on the couch is something wrong with your room?” Rhys asked as I sat next to him

“Oh ummm I was just up late, too excited for the ball”

“Speaking of which do you have a date for the festivities tonight?” Feyre asks as she takes a bite of her toast

“Maybe he said he’d be wait for me”

“I can’t wait to meet the man that’s got my little sis blushing so much, your wings a ruffling a lot more lately” I smack Rhys in the arm

“Rhys stop you’re embarrassing me” I said making everyone laugh

The day moved by oh so slowly as Nuala and Cerridwen help me with my makeup and hair, light foundation with a pale blue eye shadow, with silver sparkles, my hair done half up held together with a silver clip with bright diamonds

“You look beautiful y/n why the pale blue you’ve always picked shades of brown?” Nuala asks as she brings in my dress

“Just….a special event” I smile as they help tie me into the most beautiful dress I’ve ever worn, shimmery pale blue silk that flows behind me, with a built in corset the cerridwen pulls and ties up excetuating the top of my dress with silver and white off the shoulder bands

“Oh wow you both did amazing I feel like a princess!” The dress complimented my white wings perfectly then a knock came from my door and in came my brothers

“Wow look at you, who ever this date is will be in awe, now come on before we’re late for our own ball” Cassian smiles as he holds his arm out for me as Rhys winnowed us to the hall

Az and Cassian walk in as Rhys and I pause outside the doors

“Well come on then”

“Rhys…..I’m nervous”

“Why you’ve been looking forward to this for a while now”

“I know just anxious, I don’t want to let anyone down”

“Hey we’re here for a fun time nothing political, now come your mystery date awaits” he says encouragingly

I take a deep breath and walk in the bustle of everyone laughing and having fun settled my nerves, I scan the crowd when I feel a pull in my chest to the center of the dance floor, there stop my mate, dressed in a grey suit with white accents and a box in his hand

I make my way to him a path clearing until I got to him until we were chest to chest

“Like I remember from the first time I saw you, my beautiful angel sent just for me, this color was made for you my dear” he states as his eyes burn with desire his hand gently grazing my inner wing making me gasp

“I’ve got you a special gift for you” he smiles hand me the box, excited I open it and inside is a silver tiara with baby blue diamonds

“Kallias it’s beautiful” he picks it up placing it atop my head

“There now you look like my high lady” my heart leaps at his words

“High lady?”

“Not quite yet but eventually I’ll ask you again to lead the winter court along side me, when you’re ready, now shall I have this dance?” He asks holding out his hand, I place mine in his and he whisks me around the dance floor making a little snow flurry above us adding little shimmering snowflakes, like we were in our own world

I couldn’t take my eyes off him, he is breath taking, I’ve always belonged with him he’s what I’ve been missing

After dancing for three songs we retire to a corner where he leans on the wall next to me

“Do you have to leave tonight? Maybe you can stay with me” I say lacing my fingers with his

“And what would your dear brothers say about me sharing a bed with their sweet sister?” He smirks

“They’re not brutes you know, we could tell them you know, I want people to know I’m yours”

“If that’s what you want then we can, I just want you to be happy” a cough breaks our trance turning to see my whole family standing there watching us

“Something you’d like to tell us missy?” Mor asks

“Everyone you already know Kallias, he’s……we….”

“She’s my mate” Kallias laughs at my stammering the others eyes widening

“Mate? I thought you were just having a fling with someone” Cassian adds

“No this is serious, he all I’ve ever wanted”

“You better treat her right” Rhys adds sending a dagger glare

“Always”

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After the ball we retire to my room, pulling him in laughing as I close the door pushing him down against the bed as I straddle his lap

“Well what’s gotten into you Angel?”

“I just missed you is all”

I took an apple off the night stand the house must have placed handing it to him

“Are you sure you want to accept?”

“Definitely”

The night is filled with gentle touches, loving thrusts making me see stars, trying no to scream was a task but at the end of it all I laid my head on his chest with his arms holding me tightly

“I love you Kallias”

“I love you more my angel sent from above”

[prettiestgrlinthemorguexo]

Taste of his own medicine (Adam x Lucifer’s wife! Reader)

Y’all really love Adam huh? Well, he’s growing on me aswell…

I can 100% see myself making this into a mini series with a few more parts were they actually fall in love, so, if y’all want that let me know because I’ll write it

Look I write Adam two ways, a dickhead prick or a man who’s still that but needs a hug (and imma give it to him.)

How’s y/n gonna get out of these the next morning? Who fucking knows :)

Word count: 3357

Warnings: smut, p n v sex, cheating, guilt from cheating, rough sex, demon Adam, Lucifer not being over Lilith, Adam straight up using Y/N for revenge, manipulation, dry humping/ grinding , misogyny, filming of sex, chocking (he just grabs the reader throat for a moment not really choking but still.), breeding kink, Adam bring Adam

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No ones POV:

Y/N and Lucifer were… “happily” married. Y/N wasn’t happy as she was, after many years of being together, she was still second place to his ex wife Lilith, even with her leaving him. So because of this the two were nearly always fighting over it, so due to this she spent a lot of time at the newly rebuilt Hazbin hotel.

That’s were she met Adam, first man and a fall angel from the last extermination that attempted to kill both Charlie and Lucifer, it was an interesting sight to see the once cocky angel that wore pearly white and pure gold now dawning crimson red and black, but, this still cocky personality. Y/N didn’t truly care and didn’t want to give him the time of day like any of the other patrons of the hotel, until Charlie spoke to her.

“You want me to what?” Y/N asked dumb founded my what she just said. “Be his friend!” She said clearly nervous but trying to put on her happy face, sweat dripping from her brow. “Absolutely not.��� Y/N was quick to say in response only for Charlie to grab her shoulders, “oh come on please!,” she said practically begging, wide, “no one is giving him a fair shot at redemption and that starts with forgiveness! I know he did bad things but he can change and that starts with a friend… pretty please Y/N.” She finally finished saying her puppy dog eyes on, pleading. Y/N looked at her eyes before letting out a heavy sigh.

“…fine I’ll do it”

And with that a “friendship” grew, Y/N was the first to forgive Adam for his actions and treat him like a person, Which Adam happily accepted. During any part of exercises that involve two people it was Always Y/N and Adam in a pair. After many of these Y/M actually started to enjoy his company, Adam also seen to enjoy hers…but that only what it seemed

Adams true intentions with Y/N was to get revenge, revenge on Lucifer for stealing his first two wives, and Y/N was the key to that revenge…he just needed a way in. Adam was happy to accept her invitation of friendship, it was the perfect way to find the weak point to her, worm his way in. He’d be lying if he didn’t thing Y/N was down right gorgeous. Adam truly thought she had a perfect body and face with E/C eyes that could light up a room and a not to bad personality, he needed to find a way in and one night he found it…

Adam came down the large stairs of the hotel were the main entrance, parlor and entrance to the kitchen sat to get a drink. It was nearly 3 AM and the whole hotel stood still and silent, but something was off, he looked over to see the fire place still burning and seeing Y/N sitting on one of the sofas with her face in her hands. Adam confused, why were they here this late? He walked over to the other end of the couch from where Y/N sat, he could hear soft sobbing from her. This was the perfect opportunity…

“Hey are you good babes?” He asked her leaning on the sofa. Y/N jumped from my voice clearly not expecting someone, their head turn to Adam’s black and reddish eyes. Y/N once E/C eyes were stained red with wet tear in them and staining her cheeks. “Hey what’s up?” He as sitting on the sofa a little away from her, Y/N looked at him quietly for a moment as they wiped her tears, “it’s nothing Adam..” she said softly to him. Adam rolled his eyes softly “I’m not fucking dumb,” he started to say as you he moved a little closer. “ your crying in the middle of the night and your at the hotel this later, you never are, now what’s up.” Y/N looked a little surprised before sighing at sitting up straight to compose herself. “It’s just…” they paused for a moment depending on if she should continue “Mr and Lucifer got into another fight..” she said as she fought off a few tears.

Adam looked at her with a raised eyebrow, “about what?” He asked, actually curious. Y/N laughed softly before turning to face him “your ex..” she said jokingly, poking up at why she’d upset. Adam smiled and rolled his eyes going along with the joke “oh yeah? Which one? Ex wife #1 or ex wife #2?” He asked letting out a low laugh. “The first one..” Y/N said seeming to be safe again, dragged back to reality. Adam turned to face her body more “ok tell me what happened..” Y/N looked at him pretty much deflected, “You wouldn’t get it..” she said softly. Adam let out a laugh, “I wouldn’t get it, me?” He asked as he laughed out. “You forget my ex wife Lilith cheated on my with your now husband, so I think I can understand.” He said as he laughed which did make Y/N smile and think, maybe she wasn’t alone..

“Well..” she started before her eyes moved to the fire a few feet away. “Lucifer is still In love with Lilith even though were married..he still wears the wedding band from their marriage too…” Y/N said defeated by the whole situation. Y/N “so I came here to get away from him for the night, I just can’t be around him right now..” Y/N said wiping away her stray tears. Adam looked at her, he decided to shoot his shot.

“You know you don’t deserve that right?” He said asking genuinely, scooting over to him.. “of course I do,” Y/N said sounding matter of fact in her statement, “but there’s not much I can do, can’t really leave him or make him change.” Y/n said rolling her eyes. Adams eyes widen, Turning to look at her. “You want to divorce him?” Adam ask, shocked. Y/M eyes widen realizing their words looking back at him. “I mean…if Lilith never left I for sure wouldn’t be here..” they said avoiding his black eyes, “so yeah I guess I do..”

Adam saw this as an opening, he reached over to take her hand in his, hold her small hands as he rubbed his thumb over her knuckles. Y/N eyes widen at his action her eyes shooting up at meet his. “You know,” Adam started, a smile growing on it. “I can’t help you..I could treat you better than he does.” He said moving for his whole body to face hers. “He truly doesn’t see how beautiful and perfect you really are..” Adam said to her moving closer. Y/N eyes moved between his eyes and their hands intertwined, “we shouldn’t do this..” she said said softly yet she didn’t move an inch away from him, Adam saw this as a sign. “Why shouldn’t we?” Adam asked his eye brow risen up, Y/N opened his mouth only for Adam to speak up again. “And don’t say because you’re married because you’re married to Lucifer because he slept with two married women.”

Y/N neared those words and stayed quiet, she knew he was right, Lucifer did steal both his wives, he knew what it felt like. Y/N was quiet for a moment more before squeezing his hand softly. “I don’t wanna hurt me..” Y/N said softly.. “but it’s ok for him to hurt you over and over again?” Y/N eyes met his, this times hers were watered up, Adam moved closer, his legs touching hers, “let me show you how much your really worth…” as those words left his mouth his lips met hers. Y/N eyes widen at kiss, she knew it was wrong but it felt right…

Y/N soon began to kiss back, wrapping her arms around his neck. Adam was quick to pull her onto his lap, both of her legs on both sides of him as their kiss deepen. Adams hands moved down to her hips forcing her body to arch forward and press against his body, the sudden motion made Y/N moan into the hot kiss. The sounds of Y/N pretty moans and her body press again him was already making his cock harden beneath her. Y/N felt his bulge rub against her clothed crotch, she gasped as the feeling of him.

Adam could feel her moved to get comfortable on her bulge, but with every movement rubbing against her, Adam knew he needed more of this, more of her. Adams grip tighten around her hips and he pressed her down on the visible bulge, the feeling of the friction made both of them moan in the kiss, Y/N almost lost all control and she softly grind on him. Adam was a little shocked by this action, “Damn she really does want this..” the thought to himself and helped guide her body as she grinds onto him, after a moment of the grinding, Y/N finally moved away her lips from his.

Y/N panted softly her E/C eyes meeting the deep black eyes. “We shouldn’t do this here..” Y/N said softly, her glistening eyes with anticipation. Adam could help but smirk as he pick Y/N up “just hold on a few minutes..” Adam said before moving quietly to the stairs. Y/N’s arms were wrapped around his neck, she felt a pit form in her stomach, she knew this was wrong but it felt so, so right. Soon they reached Adams room, thank god it was away from everyone else’s. As the entered the room, he kick closed the door before throwing Y/N onto the bed. Y/N gasp feeling her body hit the bed hard. As Y/N was getting over the shock of being thrown, Y/M felt her legs get spread and Adam get between them and he smashes her lips on his, Y/N kissed back desperately, craving the feeling he was giving her

Adams hands quickly finding the hem of her shirt, ripping it off, making Y/N moan. Adam pulled away from the kiss, A string of saliva connecting the two, his eyes moved between her bra and her eyes, “I need to hear that again..” Adam said as he used is claw to cut her bra off. Y/N gasp as her boobs were not exposed to him, Adam couldn’t help but lick his lips as he moves his head down taking one of her nipples in his mouth. Y/N moaned at his tongue playing with her nipple, her hands tangled in his hair. Adam bite her skin softly making her moan louder. Adam loved the sounds of her pretty little moans. He removed his mouth licking the wound, he wanted to mark her up, “you like that baby?” Adam asked her as he teased her. “Fuck yes..” Y/N said with a moan, Adam slipped his hand into her pants feeling the wet fabric of her panties and snickered, “look like someone’s excited..” as he nearly ripped her pants pulling them down.

Y/N watched as he removed her pants, she was now completely exposed to him besides the panties that were still on. Adam loved the sight before him, Y/N, Lucifer’s wife layed before him, surrounded by her tattered clothes and wore panties all wet, all for him. Admiring this view an idea popped in his head, he reached in his pocket and grabbed his phone, snapping a quick photo with Y/N, he needed this moment memorized. After he with swift ease tore her panties off, exposing her wetness to the cold air. Y/N moaned quietly at the crisp air, closing her eyes shut before feeling his hands connect with her hips, fulling her forward.

Her eyes shot open to see his rob gone discarded on the floor. He was on the bigger side but it was perfectly, he felt perfect against her. Against her wet pussy she could feel him bulge up against her. Adam heard her moans and smiled wickedly holding her hips still so she couldn’t move, “Aw you like that? You like the feeling of me already?” He said in a teasing tone, as he softly humped she wet pussy. Y/N moaned nearly begging for more, Adam had to admit he needed her, now. He grabbed her throat, feeling her swallow and moan quietly. He leans down to her ear “Be a good girl and beg and I might give you what you want…” he said in a whisper, Y/N whimpered out for him. Adam smiled, his hand moving to her chi holding it moving to meet her E/C eyes with his, “Use your words. Beg.” He said, sounding more of demand than asking. Y/N was quick to do so, “Please Adam..” she moaned out to him, “I need you please..”

“What do you need baby..?” He asked teasingly, his hands roamed downwards, reaching her clit rubbing his thumb over it. Feeling him touch her clit, Y/N let out a louder moan, shaking from the pleasure. “I need you to fuck me..” Y/N said, sounding

Like a beg. Adam was happy to abide her request. He removed his hand from her pelvis making her whimpering from the lack of pleasure, “you wanna see why they call me ‘dickmaster’?” Adam said. Y/N’s eyes watched at as he pulled down his pants along with his boxers.

Y/N eyes widened, he was huge! He was girthy and about 6.5 inches, he was a little shorter then Lucifer but much girthier, Y/N felt her core ache at the sight. Adam couldn’t help but laugh softly at her physical reaction, he loved how desperate she was. Adam took his tip and began to rub it between Y/N’s wet folds, causing her to whimper at the teasing. “Aww, look at you, already much a mess and we haven’t even started..” Adam said as he continued to tease her hole.”Please Adam..Please.” Y/N said, arching her hips forward making his cock press deeper into her. Adam grabbed her hips, looming over her “since you’ve been so good..” Adam said as he pushed in her.

Y/N moan out back arching feeling him stretch her out l, Y/N was quick to wrap her arms around his neck. Adam continued to push inside her tight hole, causing her to moan. Adam groaned as he felt her walls grip around him, “fuck your tight..” he said as stated still for a moment, loving the feeling of her warmth before be pulled nearly the whole cock out, leaving just the tip in before thrusting hard back into her. The hard thrust caused Y/N to moan loudly as Adam didn’t slow down this thrust. Y/N’s moaned loudly with each thrust, her nails dug into his skin.

Adam watched as Y/N watched face contorted into a moaning mess, completely overwhelmed by the pleasure, Adam smiled wide “look at you,” Adam said teasingly as he thrusted hard into wet pussy, “such a funking whore, begging to be fucked by me...” He said between groans, as he leaned down, his larger body pressed against her, his large hands never Y/N’s hips and he bit down on her neck, his teeth sinking into her skin making her bleed. Y/N was a moaning mess, face flushed eyes clouded with pleasure. Adam could taste metallicness of her sweet blood as he continued to thrust, he pulled back seeing the deep bit mark dripping blood, Adam smiled at the sight. “Look at the mess you are, letting me mark you up, mark you as my cock-sleeve,” Adam said as he speed up his thrust.

Y/N felt a pit start to form at the feeling of his thrust speeding up, Adam licked the bite mark before speak, “tell me who you belong to..” Adam said in a low voice. Y/N continued to moan and plead, Adam moved down and bit her shoulder, Making her yelp from the paint. As Adam removed his mouth from the fresh wound he asked again, “tell me,” he said as he grabbed her legs spreading them further apart, allowing his cock deeper access to her sweet tight cunt, “Who do you belong to slut?” He said, demanding an answer. “You!” Y/N said almost immediately between moans, Adam smiled “are you my little slut?” He ask teasingly.

“Full yes Adam fuck..” Y/N moans were not slurred. Adam pounded away fearfully, “That’s fucking right.” He said as he started to chase him own release, one of his hands was quick to move to her H/L H/C, taking a fist full and pulling it making her back arch, she moans becoming near screams of pleasure, thank god Adams room was isolated. “Admit it,” Adam said as he licked your bit wounds, “I fuck the better then that bastard you call a husband.” Y/N whimpered at his remark. Adam yanked her hair more causing her to scream out again, “Say it bitch, say it.” He said as he pounded more and more.

“Fuck Adam you’re better!” Y/N said between gasps for air and moans, tears peaking her eyes, “you’re so much better please don’t stop! Please! Please! Please!” Y/N screamed out feeling the pit in her stomach about to burst. Adam felt her walls tighten around him make him groan a long fuck as he removed his hand free from her hair. Adam wrapping his arms under hers, pulling her deep putting them both in a mating press. “I fucking own you, you hear me? I’m the best cock You’ll ever fucking have.” He said fucking her balls deep. “You gonna take every drop of my seed, gonna fuck a baby into you show everyone who you really belong too..” As those words left his mouth, Y/N moans slurred speech, her walls tightening even more around her.

Adam let out a dark laugh at the physical reaction, “Aw does the little whore wanna get knocked up? You wanna carry my baby, letting everyone know you’re mine?” He asked almost mockingly as he pounded, after a few more thrust Y/N’s knot came undone making her bodily nearly go limp as her orgasm took over making her let out an animalistic moan. Feeling her warm release around his aching cock, he couldn’t hold it anymore, after one more thrust he buried himself balls deep into her pussy, filling her up, groaning into her neck.

The room as hot, sweaty and filled with the aroma of sex and desires. After what felt like an eternity, Adam pulled out of her making her groan at the new empty feeling. Y/N body layed lump on his bed and he layed next to her panting. Adams dark eyes moved over to Y/N body, it was glistening in sweet her body shaking, but he couldn’t help but notice a smile on her face. Adam watched them lay there breathing heavily. After a moment Adam pulled her in close, pulling her on top of him, “your mine you hear me?” Adam said softly into her hair, Y/N with no energy left hummed is agreement before fall asleep. Adam layed there holding her close, feeling sleep take over his body he couldn’t help but think to himself. This might have been an act of revenge but he wanted more but alas, that’s tomorrow’s problem…

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‘Movie Night’

Summary: If only life was like the movies. For years, you’d flirted with the idea of something more with Trent, your brother’s best friend.  You'd always danced around the edges of something more with him, sharing flirty moments that felt like scenes straight from the cinema. You had been silently desperate for the main character of your life’s film to finally get the boy but you knew moments like that were saved for Hollywood. The lines were clear; you were always going to be his mate’s little sister. So what happens when you go off script? In a whirlwind of passion, secrets, and stolen moments, you're left wondering: will you and your brother's best friend get the happy ending you've been waiting for, or was it never meant to be more than a fantasy? 

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Warnings: This series is 18+ MDNI [ smut, slight mention of dv, loss of a parent, drinking - not sure what else really… if i miss anything please lmk!

Note: Thank you for reading! Please be sure to like, comment, or message me what you think of the series!

Chapter 4 - Saturday Night | ‘Movie Night'

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"Layla..." you called her that same morning after you darted away from the guest room, heart racing and mind swirling with a mix of excitement and anxiety. Your body was littered with remnants of Trent as scurried up to your bedroom.  

"What? You're making me nervous!" she replied, her tone a mix of concern and curiosity.

"I fucked him last night, Layla," you admitted, barely able to contain the shame and guilt that washed over you.

"Ermmmm, are you talking about...?" Layla trailed off, clearly aware of your long-time crush on Trent but shocked that you might have actually gone through with it.

"Yes," you confirmed, cringing at the admission.

"Oh my fucking god!" she screamed, and you had to pull the phone away from your ear, stifling a giggle.

"I know. But I'm such an idiot," you sighed, feeling a mix of exhilaration and dread.

"Were you drunk?" she asked, sounding almost hopeful.

"No, we were totally sober," you replied, feeling a little prouder that it hadn't been a drunken mistake.

"I let him fuck me. And then I scampered up to my room like a little girl this morning. What do I do?" you confessed, panic rising in your chest. “Also… ‘let’ is probably not the word to describe what happened. I begged him… he had me begging, lays.” You whined recalling how Trent had you acting in that bedroom.

“Lol so the dick was as good as you imagined.” Layala laughed. "Did you talk or was it like a quickie?" Layla asked, jumping around with questions, her voice lowering as if she were afraid someone might overhear.

"Erm... it definitely wasn't quick. It was roundsss, Layla, but we were trying to be quiet. I mean, It was literally in the house.. Jack was upstairs," you explained, feeling the embarrassment creep up your neck. 

"God, that’s fucked up. But girlie, maybe this is the shift! We’ve been waiting for this man to move on you," she encouraged, though you could hear her excitement laced with a tease about how long this had been building for bubbling through the line.

"I don't know, my brother would murder me. What if... maybe it was a one-off thing for him," you said, uncertainty flooding your voice. “Maybe he just wanted to do it once and then call it. Like get it out of his system.” You reflected back wondering what this meant for Trent versus what it meant for you. Maybe different things. For you, this had been years of longing coming to a head, finally he gave you a chance and took you to bed. You worried that for Trent maybe he was simply just horny that night and once he knew you’d kiss him, he finally took you up on a bigger offer. 

"Well, like how was it?" Layla pressed, her curiosity growing slicing through the onslaught of panic in your own head that she couldn’t hear.

"Lay.." you said, using her nickname as a cautionary warning.

"Like how good though?" she insisted, practically bouncing with anticipation and a dirty smirk.

"Layla... I was literally in heaven," you admitted, unable to hide the smile creeping onto your face. "I’ve never felt like that in my life. His hands on me– within the first minute, I was moaning like an embarrassing mess. He had me on the verge of blacking out. The way he felt... oh my days... he made me squirt, I was just for him in the best way possible," you confessed, feeling a thrill at your own words.

"Oh my god!" Layla squealed, her excitement palpable even through the phone. You’d never reported that happening with other men so Layla’s shock was fairly merited. 

"Shhh!" you hissed, glancing nervously toward the door, half-expecting Jack to burst in and demand to know what was going on. You could almost hear his protective big-brother instincts kicking in. Layla was silent for a moment.

"You need to figure out what's next. If it was that good for you… Y/N, he must’ve loved seeing you like that. If there are two things that boy loves, it’s winning and it’s you; having you begging for him… he must’ve been in heaven too. I’m sure of it. Don’t overthink this, maybe it's worth the risk. Plus, if the boy knows what he’s doing…." She sang cheekily. You pondered her words, the reality of the situation settling in. What if this was just the beginning? The beginning of a very dangerous relationship but also potentially the beginning of more very good sex. “Maybe you should see it through. Talk to him or have sex with him, whatever you’re feeling.” She laughed. You giggled, falling forward and hiding your face. 

“I’m so fucked…” You whined.  

“Literally.”  Layla teased, as you noticed yet another visible love bite on your skin.

A few days passed and you were laid sprawled out on your bed, phone in hand, staring at Trent’s pictures on google. It felt so silly, googling him like he was some distant crush you’d never met, but here you were, scrolling through articles and match reports. You wanted to know every detail—how his last game went, what people were saying, the headlines, the photos, the videos. Seeing him on the field in action, looking focused and sharp… and sexy stirred something deep inside you. And then, almost on autopilot, you dialed his number. The ringing made your stomach flip. 

“Hey, pretty girl” When he answered, his voice was warm but fairly surprised.  You froze, suddenly unsure of what you’d meant to say. Why did you just call your brother’s best friend? But his soft laugh on the other end nudged you, and then he spoke again, this time with a hint of something more in his voice. “I’m glad you called. Been thinking about you.” Oh yeah, because he fucked you the other night that’s why you called him. This was a disaster but his words hit you right in the chest, and you let out a quiet, shaky breath, smiling despite yourself. The playfulness between you two was easy and effortless, like slipping into an old habit. The conversation flowed naturally, flirty in a way you couldn’t resist.  When he asked what you were up to you told him you were already in bed, feeling the silence hang heavy between you. He chuckled softly. The moment hung between you, that delicious tension settling in as you lay there, holding your phone to your ear. Hearing Trent’s voice through the speaker, warm and inviting, made your heart beat faster. You took a breath, steadying yourself.

“In bed, yeah?” he murmured, and you could practically hear the smile in his voice. The way he said it was casual enough, but there was an edge—a hint of suggestion that wasn’t lost on you.

“Mm-hmm,” you replied, trying to sound nonchalant, but the little catch in your breath betrayed you. This wasn’t like your usual banter, and you could both feel it.

“Well… that’s a shame,” he said, a hint of a chuckle in his tone. “Because I’m not there.” He teased.

“Not here yet,” you corrected softly, biting your lip. The words slipped out before you could think, surprising even yourself. You really wished he was in your bed right now. A guest bedroom didn’t have the same intimacy your own bedrooms would’ve. You hoped you’d get to have in him in your bed again one day.

“Yet?” he echoed, his voice dropping a bit. The way he said it sent a thrill through you. He sounded… interested. Was he interested?

“You sound a little… distracted, T.” You laughed softly, trying to keep things light. 

“Distracted? I mean, that’s a bold assumption for someone who just called me in bed.” He smiled and although you couldn’t see it, you could hear it.

“Touché,” you admitted. He let out a low laugh, and then his voice softened, almost as if he were drawing closer to you through the line. 

“I’ve been thinking about you, you know… Not just tonight, either.” A little breath caught in your throat, and you felt heat bloom in your cheeks. You’d been thinking about him too—more than you wanted to admit. And yet here he was, saying it so easily, without hesitation. You felt that familiar ease between you two, but now it had a sharper edge to it, something thrilling and dangerous. “Wish I wasn’t stuck in Milan right now… but since you’re in bed and… since you’re all cozy,” he continued, “maybe you could let me see what I’m missing in that bed?” You hesitated, heart pounding. It was so simple, and yet the thought of it felt electric. 

“You mean right now?” You asked almost in shock. There were moments lately that felt like a rubber band to the back of your neck. It almost confused you that Trent was talking to you like this now. Your brother’s best friend essentially was asking for photos. Your head was spinning at his composure. 

“Yeah, baby” he said, his voice almost a murmur. And it was back… suddenly you were ‘baby’ again. “Just a little something to tide me over. Unless you’re too shy? But I didn’t think you got shy when you’re in bed,” he teased, knowing exactly how to make your pulse race.

“I’m not shy.” You let out a quiet laugh, your confidence swelling

“Good.” His voice dropped, that familiar warmth and playfulness making your skin tingle. “Be a good girl and send me a photo.” His voice was soft, coaxing, and it sent a thrill through you. The anticipation made your fingers tingle as you bit your lip, considering it. It felt thrillingly new, even after all these years of knowing him—this version of him, of you, of you two together. You bit your lip, and after a quick glance around your room, you sat up, ripping off your hoodie, adjusting your hair and holding your phone up for a quick snap. You knew it had to be just the right mix of casual and tempting. You could see your nipples through the sheer tank top but the soft smile made it cute, innocent. You weren’t about to send him a nude out the gate but just something to get his mind thinking about being there with you. When you hit send, there was a pause on the other end, and then Trent let out a quiet groan.  “Nah, you’re killing me, you know that?” He groaned. You laughed, feeling emboldened by his reaction. 

“Think you’d want to see me when you’re back? Come be cozy in bed?”  You giggled teasingly. 

“Honestly?” he replied and your heart skipped a beat in the worst way, expecting the worst. A rush of worry maybe he was about to change his mind, “I’m not sure I can hold out much longer” He exhaled, sounding half-playful, half-serious, and you could feel his anticipation echoing back at you. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You smirked realizing he had been trying to play it cool since you two had sex. You weren’t sure what to think of that, a part of you wondered if he was embarrassed it happened but then the sexual tension of the current moment overruled any cautionary thought you were having. The line went silent for a moment. “There better be space for me in that bed once I’m back. yeah?” He added. The way he said it made your cheeks flush, a promise tucked into his words.

“There always has been, T,” you whispered, surprising even yourself with the quiet assurance in your voice. And with that, you both hung up, your heart racing as you lay back, feeling the anticipation buzz through you.

Layla was away for work down in London when you and Trent hooked up so it was a couple days' time until she got to come over and properly debrief. Once she was back in town Layla was immediately at your house, practically bursting with excitement as soon as she stepped through the door. You barely had time to breathe before you were pulling her into your room to spill all the details.

“Lays… look at me, look at this! He did this. Trent did this!” you said, lifting your little flouncy shorts just enough to reveal the cheeky bruise left on the inside of your thigh. You emphasized his name just to really hammer home that Trent Alexander-Arnold, long time crush, Jack’s best friend, sexy footballer left that on you. You were both giggling like teenagers as you collapsed onto your bed, recounting the details of that night.

“Oh my god!” Layla squealed, eyes wide as she burst into laughter. “That’s very secondary school of you getting love bites.” She teased. You couldn’t help but giggle, the thrill of the moment still fresh in your mind, not caring for her teasing joke. “I’m kidding, girlie, that’s actually kind of nuts considering...” She tilted her head as if you were supposed to know what she was implying. 

“Considering….” You inquired. 

“Y/N, this is the riskiest hook up you both possibly could be involved in, and while I don’t think Jack often sees that much of you… for T to be so in wrapped in the moment of finally getting you into bed, so into fucking you, claiming you, that he’s leaving marks… He’s so into this! He’s down because he’s risking a lot here.” She explained. You fought the sly smile pulling on your lips. The days that followed the night with Trent were a whirlwind of excitement and nervous energy but hearing her explain it like that felt like new insight. After you first had called her, Layla had insisted on analyzing every text message Trent sent you since that night. You were practically glued to your phone, reading and rereading his messages as you waited for more. But now, she was finally here with you so you could share your love bites. You and Layla had planned to drive to Selfridges this afternoon for some shopping for the new season. Whilst on the way there you received a text that made your heart race the second it pinged. 

“He texted meee!” you squealed, showing the screen to Layla, who couldn’t look right away because she was driving but she believed you. The sheer volume of your exclamation made her wince, only one person was eliciting that sort of response from you lately. 

“Oh my god, Y/N, get a grip!” She softly laughed. “You’ve had his number for years!” she teased, rolling her eyes mocking you lightheartedly of course but unable to hide the smile tugging at her lips. She was excited, you were excited. Trent’s text was casual at first, but as you read on, you noticed the subtle undertones. He asked if you and Layla just might happen to want to swing by a club in Manchester this Saturday night, specifically around midnight, and specifically to come join a certain table with him and his friends It was meant to sound nonchalant, but the specifics made it clear he wanted to see you.

The casual tone didn’t fool either of you as you read the full message allowed to her. The exact time and place felt a little too intentional, making it clear that he wanted to see you. Layla smirked, nudging you. You blushed, excitement and nerves churning in your stomach.

“Girl, he’s planned this. With teammates and not his boys i.e not Jack…” Layla remarked, leaning in closer to reread the message for herself at a stoplight. “You know what this means, right?” She smiled. 

“What?” you asked, your heart pounding. Naively, you were struggling with this new relationship with Trent. His ‘older brother’s best friend’ persona was so seared into your brain, the ideas that normally were flowing for you with previous men and what they wanted from you… weren’t coming as easily for some reason. You were overthinking your instincts. It’s not that you didn’t have the desire. You just were so afraid of him not liking you that way, you almost didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of Trent. You were scared.

“It means he’s not just interested; he’s invested. He’s making plans to see you. You have to go!” Layla cooed. You felt a rush of excitement mixed with a hint of anxiety. You couldn’t shake the thought of what if it was all just fun and games for him? But the way he texted, the way he seemed to genuinely want to see you in a setting like that, made your heart flutter.

“Do you really think I should? He also said you too Lays, so you have to go with me,” you told her, biting your lip nervously.

“Hell yes! We and by we, I mean you, are not going to let an opportunity like this pass you by. By the way… It’s obvious, T thought the first time was good too,” Layla said cheekily, her enthusiasm infectious. “We need to get you ready. Find an outfit that’ll make him forget his own name!” You laughed, feeling a little giddy at the idea. 

“Okay, okay, you’re right. I need to at least give it a go. But I’m still freaking out! Fuck!” You whined, burying your head in your hands almost embarrassed by your nerves. “I have to be careful though… like I can’t do too much. I’m scared he’ll be like… ‘what are you doing?’ or ‘who are you trying to be?’ You know?” You explained once the idea of fashion and outfits came into your mind.

“I get that… we need to be cool, calm, collected… and fucking sexy. Ugh a yellow shopping bag couldn’t come at a better time!” Layla said, pulling into the car park for the department store dreaming of filling the boot with those shopping bags. The thought of seeing Trent again filled you with a mix of excitement and nerves, but you couldn’t help but feel hopeful. You couldn’t help but feel a bit eager for another night with Trent, no matter the consequences at stake. You and Layla spent the entire afternoon bouncing from one brand’s section to another in Selfridges, rifling through racks, holding up options and critiquing each one. Layla was relentless, pushing you to try looks you had a hard time wrapping your head around that somethings so sexy could be for Trent. After some trial and error, you finally found the outfit. You took a deep breath and tucked off into the changing room, slipping lace fabric against your skin, watching how it transformed you. When you stepped out, Layla’s jaw dropped.

“Oh my fucking god, he’s gonna pass out.” Layla laughed almost in disbelief as you stepped out of the changing room in a sheer black lace dress. [index ref] It was strapless and pushed your boobs up, hugging you in all the right places.  It was dangerously sexy. The dress was just the right side of bold. I mean, it was obvious but in a cool way. You checked yourself out in the mirror, feeling that same rush of excitement and  hint of nerves you’d felt since you got the text.  “This is perfect. It’s so fucking good — ugh I can’t wait to see his face. Nonchalant, my ass, he won’t be able to keep his hands off,” Layla grinned, practically vibrating with excitement.

“Do you really think this is enough?” you asked, adjusting the dress one more time, tilting back and forth to catch the way it moved on you. Layla smirked deviously making it very clear she had more ideas. 

“Yes, but we’re not done… We’re getting you lingerie. If you want him to never think of you as Jack’s sister again, we have to make sure this look, this version of you is seared into his brain Saturday.” She grabbed your hand and dragged you to find La Perla navigating through the store with a determination that made you laugh despite your nerves. The idea of buying this all for your brother’s best friend was fucking insane but you didn’t want him to be just your brother’s best friend anymore. The delicate lace and silky pieces of lingerie were making you blush, remembering how gently he pulled your own panties off you that first night. And so with Layla’s guidance, you started sifting through options, feeling bolder with each choice. At first, you stuck to safe-ish options, something that could pass as an everyday piece—but Layla wasn’t having it. She held up a set that was anything but modest: something lacey that felt both elegant and dangerously seductive. You stared at it, feeling a jolt of confidence and a hint of nervousness.

“Actually just this,” Layla said, putting back the set and grabbing just a scrap of fabric, holding out to you with a smirk. “We do this, no bra, and the dress, that’ll erase any idea that you’re a little sister. You’ll walk in, and that’s the only thing he’ll remember.” You felt electric, standing there, imagining the look on Trent’s face when he saw you in the skimpy piece of fabric you were about to ludicrously pay £200 for. By the time you left Selfridges, you had everything you needed: the perfect dress, heels that made you feel powerful, and a pair of panties that would stay with him long after the night was over. Layla squeezed your arm. “By the way, Y/N… You’re not Jack’s sister, you’re you. That’s why he’s interested. And Trent is not going to forget it.”

That Saturday night was a whirlwind of desire and temptation. Trent’s private table was an oasis of luxury, tucked in the club’s exclusive area surrounded by footballers and bottles of liquor. The lights were dim, casting a seductive glow over the scene, and the air was thick with anticipation.  When you walked into the club you were escorted to the area and Trent's usual composure shattered. He'd planned to keep it cool, but the sight of you in the dress threw his carefully crafted nonchalance out the window. His eyes traveled over you, taking in every curve with a hunger that made him feel both exhilarated and guilty. You were Jack's sister-his best mate's sister-but right now that was being erased. You were here… he wasn’t and now all he could think about was getting you close to him. Close to him so he could get his hands on you and those clothes off you. To keep things casual, he greeted Layla first, introducing her to his teammates so it wasn’t too obvious. But when he finally turned to you, it felt like the room silenced, as if nothing else mattered in that moment. Without a word, his arms wrapped around you, and his hands fell low, cupping the curve of your ass with a daring boldness that sent a surge of adrenaline through both of you. You nestled into him, breathing him in. The scent of him, a woody velvet encircled you wrapping you in the comfort of him. You didn't kiss though, you couldn’t, not out in public, but his touch told you everything. He wanted to. You wanted.

"You look so fucking sexy." He murmured, leaning in close, his breath warm against your ear. You could feel his perfect pout move against the shell of your ear. The words came out low, rough, igniting a blush that you couldn't hide. You draped your arms over his shoulders, letting your fingers trail down his neck as you pulled him closer, eyes gleaming. 

"It can be all for you," you taunted, leaving the promise hanging in the air before slipping away to greet Layla and the others. As you moved away, Trent exhaled, watching you move to greet some of his mates with an exasperated smile. It was going to be a long night, and he wasn't sure how much longer he could play it cool.

You and Layla seamlessly joined Trent and his teammates. It was easy. The energy of the night igniting a fire between you and him though. His eyes stayed locked on you, a mix of longing and mischievous intent as you danced with Layla. He wasn’t one to really dance so for the time being he continued on his quest to play it cool, leaned back on a couch watching you move. Even with distance between you two, the electric connection tether you to him. Your pulse quickening with every glance.  In the dim light of the nightclub, the bass thrummed like a heartbeat in the air, creating a pulsing rhythm that matched the intoxicating sway of the crowd. The atmosphere was thick with a heady mix of laughter, music. The club’s DJ mixed a seamless transition of songs rolling one into the next, a 2010 classic you knew Trent loved. You smirked at him and strutted over, reaching out to him. Your hand extended, unsure if he’d take it. But he did, he grabbed your hand as you pulled him to stand up. Against his usual reserved demeanor to avoid dancing,  he couldn’t resist you. The club pulsed with the rhythm of Jeremih’s mid 2000’s ‘Put It Down on Me’ vibrating through the floor and mingling with the heat of the room. As the beat of the music wrapped around you, you positioned yourself directly on top of Trent, your back pressed against his chest. The heat from his body radiated through the thin fabric of your dress, every movement heightened by the press of his strong frame. The boundaries between flirtation and something more had long since blurred. The pulsing bass of the club surrounded you, and as Trent's hands settled on your waist, every nerve in you ignited. He pulled you in, letting his fingers slip down, dragging you flush against him as you dragged your own hands down his strong arms before placing your hands overtop of his, guiding them over your body as you moved. You could feel his breath near your ear. The look in his eyes was electric, and as his hands caressed you, a thrill of anticipation for what could happen bloomed between you two. You pulled back just enough, tilting your head back to give him a shy, knowing smile that hinted you weren't about to play it safe tonight, that you didn’t want to. As the night wore on, Trent kept you on him and the drinks kept flowing, the boundaries blurred to a point where it felt like they didn’t exist at all to you. Any attempt to keep things casual had faded as you stayed pressed against him, feeling the heat of his body as you moved together to the rhythm. Your hips swayed, and Trent's hands seemed to find their way to every curve, guiding you as if the whole club had melted away, leaving just the two of you in the moment. The music wrapped you both in its seductive embrace, and every glance he stole felt like a secret promise. You found yourself feeling utterly alive under the spell of his charm. The longer his hands were on you, the more you wanted him, the more deliberate the way you moved against him got, you could feel him against you. 

"You're gonna get me in trouble," he whispered, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. His voice was low and teasing, but you felt the strain behind it, like he was barely holding back, on the verge of breaking. But he invited you tonight, he wanted this even if he was implying that you needed to be cautious. A smirk tugged at your lips as you glanced back at him, feeling bold. You reached up behind you, letting your arm drape back around his neck as you grinded against him, feeling his hands grip you tighter, the friction sending waves of pleasure through both of you. 

"Good," you whispered back. Your tone was playful, a little challenging, and you didn't miss the way his jaw clenched, his eyes darkening as they met yours. You let your free hand guide his up your body, tracing his touch from your hip slowly traveling up your side, over your ribs, the curve of your tits and finally resting on the curve of your throat. The placement of his hand was intoxicating, and Trent’s resolve wavered as he struggled to keep his composure.  Trent’s breath quickened, his other hand’s fingers tightening around your hips as you guided his hand to stay on your neck as you arched into his touch more. He squeezed his eyes shut fast, fighting the surge of desire that threatened to overwhelm him. His fingers gently squeezed your neck, sending a shiver through you. Trent closed his eyes once more for another second, as if willing himself to stay in control, but you knew exactly what you were doing and he knew he wasn’t going to manage much longer, not like this. Every little touch, every brush of your skin, sent his mind spiraling back to the night you'd spent together. And so you continued, your hand guiding his, bringing it from your neck up to your lips. You took his hand in yours and slowly dragged one of his fingers over your lips, letting it linger there. Then, feeling daring, you kissed his finger before slipping it into your mouth with a teasing grin. You took the finger into your warm, wet mouth, your tongue circling it seductively. Trent's eyes snapped open, the tension clear in his expression. Trent’s breath hitched, his control slipping as the warmth and wetness of your mouth made his pulse race. 

"Y/N..." he cautioned, his voice husky. He was trying to keep it together, trying to hold his composure, but you could tell he was barely hanging on and you wanted him to falter. The air around you was charged, electric with the intensity of the moment. The nightclub’s atmosphere seemed to amplify the tension, every beat of the music syncing with the quickened rhythm of your hearts. The intimacy of the gesture, the way you drew him into your world with such daring confidence, left Trent in a state of heated disarray. The private area, the pulsating music, and your body pressed against his created a searing contrast to the cool sophistication of the setting. He could barely think straight as you continued to tease him with your movements and your touch, each moment building towards a crescendo of irresistible need.

"Get me in trouble," you whispered a plea, your voice a soft taunt, challenging him to let go. You felt his breath catch, and for a split second, it seemed like he was going to give in, pull you closer and damn the consequences. His fingers dropped to tighten on your waist, his gaze intense, and you could feel his resolve crumbling with every second. The thrill of it sent a rush through you, knowing you'd pushed him to this point, both of you teetering on the edge of what came next.

Layla was watching with barely concealed amusement, a grin spreading across her face as she took in the scene, proud of her handiwork considering the dress seemed to be more than effective but then again, his fingers were in your mouth moments ago so it was a toss up what really was sending Trent over the age. But she wasn't the only one who saw you two– Trent's teammates had also noticed, exchanging looks that ranged from amused to confused. One of them leaned over to Layla, eyebrows raised.

"That's his mate's sister, right?" He asked earnestly. Layla chuckled, shaking her head. 

"Oh is she ever," she replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "That is one, sexy, ticking time bomb," She laughed. The music pulsed around you, bodies moving under the lights as Trent leaned in close, his expression intense. He’d had enough. 

“You’re leaving with me. Right now.” He murmured seriously, the command laced with an impatience you could feel from a mile away.

“What do you mean? Why? ” Feigning innocence, you tilted your head. He bit back a smirk, annoyed but undeniably amused by your act. So he decided to play along.

“I mean, you just look a little hot, baby… Think you have too many clothes on.” He told you, making up a farce.  His gaze trailed over you, lingering with obvious intent.  His arm wrapped around you letting his massive hand run over your collarbone over to your shoulder and then down your arm brushing over your skin, slick from the club’s heat.

“I’m in a mini dress, T baby, I think I’m okay.” You whispered with a shrug, biting back a little laugh. He moved in closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper as his fingers gripped your waist. 

“I said, you have too many clothes on." He said more commandingly. A thrill ran through you, your pulse quickening. "Let me help you, yeah?” He cooed cheekily.

“Maybe you’re right. I think I need you.” You gave him a sly smile then glanced over to find Layla. After making sure she was all set for the night, she told you to go and you hugged her goodbye promising you’d check in to make sure one of the other boys got her home safely. She wasn’t exactly keen about leaving since she had hit it off with one of the other boys there. She shot you a knowing grin and a wink as you slipped away with Trent, his hand gripping yours with unmistakable possession as he led you through the crowd. You quickly mouthed a ‘love you’ to her, her smirk only widening as she watched you and Trent disappear. Trent tugged you closer to him, his hand dropping to your lower back to keep you close and protect as he guided you through the crowd and toward the exit. As he led you out to the private exit, his hand firmly grasping yours, you felt a giddiness wash over you. It felt surreal to leave somewhere like this with him. The alcohol and the adrenaline from the night's adventures had left you feeling fearless and carefree. You giggled as he dragged you along, your high heels clicking against the ground. 

"Hey, slow down, needy boy" you slurred, attempting to match his long strides. "I can barely keep up with you.” You giggled. Trent needed to leave out the back for his car service to pick him up. He did it often but especially tonight, he couldn’t risk paparazzi. He looked at you, his expression torn between frustration and desire, his hand still warm in yours.

"I fuck… I couldn't... God, fuck baby… I hate that I can’t just…" he started, stumbling through thoughts you had a hard time connecting. His voice was rough as he struggled to find the words. But then his gaze met yours, and in a second, he was leaning in, his lips crashing onto yours in a kiss that made everything else disappear. The restraint he'd held onto all night finally snapped, and you felt his hands tighten around you, pulling you close in the back exit halls as if he couldn't get enough.  “I need to get you home. Been dying to kiss you. I couldn’t take it anymore. Been driving me crazy all night." Trent chuckled, his deep voice sending a shiver down your spine.

“I want to go home, baby.” You playfully whined,  your eyes sparkling with mischief. The cool night air hit you like a shock, but Trent's firm grip anchored you, his urgency undeniable. As soon as you were outside, he pulled you into him, glancing around once over as if checking to make sure no one followed towards the car.

“Gonna be a good girl f’me when we get home?” He asked you and you nodded slowly but desperately.  The lights from the club cast a hazy glow around you, making everything feel surreal. You got into the black car equipped with security that had waited for you two. The drive back to his place felt like an eternity. You were dying to get there but terrified to go at the same time. His hands were subtly all over you during the car ride building up the tension even more than you thought possible. The heat radiating off your bodies, and the way his gaze lingered on your lips had you desperate for him. As you approached his house, you could feel your heart pounding in your chest, a mixture of nerves and anticipation. 

With a swift movement, Trent unlocked his front door and pulled you inside, his eyes dark with desire. The moment the door closed behind you, he crashed his lips against yours, hungrily devouring your mouth. His kiss was aggressive, demanding, and it took your breath away. You responded eagerly, your hands gripping his shoulders, feeling the hard muscles beneath his shirt. He pulled back momentarily, his eyes scanning your face, searching for any hesitation. 

"Are you sure about this, Y/N? I don't want to push you too far. But I’m having a hard time controlling myself here" He asked earnestly. A wave of desire washed over you, and you knew you wanted this as much as he did, maybe more. 

"Stop asking," you whispered, your voice laced with need. "Just fuck me, T. I want you to fuck me again. Make me cum again." A devilish grin spread across his face, and he wasted no time in taking control. His hands roamed over your body, unzipping your dress and roughly pulling it down, exposing your bare skin. He traced his fingers along the curve of your waist, down to the swell of your hips, and then back up, cupping your tits.

"You're so fucking sexy," he growled, his lips finding your neck, nipping and suckling on your sensitive skin. "You promised you’d be a good girl f’me. Yeah?"  He smoke against your skin. You nodded as you arched your back, offering yourself to him, your breath coming in shallow gasps. 

"T, baby… don't hold back. I’m serious. I’ll do whatever you want. I want it rough. I want to forget everything but your touch."  Trent’s eyes lit up. This was all still so new and he was more than excited to hear you talk to him like that. His hands moved with purpose, completely removing your dress freeing your heavy tits. He palmed them, squeezing and kneading, his thumbs teasing your sensitive nipples. 

"Fuck, your tits are incredible," he groaned, his lips moving to capture a nipple, sucking it into his warm mouth. You moaned loudly, your head falling back as pleasure coursed through your body. His mouth felt incredible on your sensitive flesh, and you couldn't help but beg for more. 

"Oh fuck, please. I need more." You cried out. He released your nipple with a pop, leaving it aching and tingling. 

"You've always wanted me, haven't you, baby?" he teased, his voice laced with a hint of dominance. "Admit it, you've been craving my cock inside you since the other week." He growled.  Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment and arousal. You weren’t sure you were ever going to get over how sexy it was to hear Trent talk like this to you, and it sent a thrill through your core. 

"Yeah huh... I've always wanted you. You know I have,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “I want you to use me,T." You weren't thinking it in real time but you almost didn’t recognize the words coming out of your mouth, you’d never been this down for a man before, so willing, so submissive. 

“Fuck… Wear these just for me, baby?” He asked lust burning behind his dark mahogany eyes as he admired the La Perlas you’d worn exactly as he said... just for him.  You hummed confirming. “Such a good girl for me.” Trent snickered, his hands moving down to the waistband of your thong roughly pulling them off you, exposing your glistening folds. You gasped. "I’ll buy you more baby, don’t worry. I know you… you like to be dirty for me. You’ve been craving my touch, my cock, huh?” Your skin was on fire under his touch, your pussy throbbing and dripping with need. 

"Please, Trent," you pleaded, your voice hoarse. "Touch me, I'm so wet for you." He didn't need any more encouragement. His fingers delved between your legs, finding your swollen clit, and began to stroke and tease. 

"Fuck, you're so fucking wet," he grunted, his breath hot against your ear. "I love how you get so turned on by me." Your body trembled as his fingers worked their magic, circling your clit, sliding into your slick heat.

"Yeah– I fuck.. Oh my god. For you baby. Oh God, yes," you whimpered a jumble of words, your hips thrusting against his hand. "Right there, please, don't stop." You moaned. Trent's touch was relentless, his fingers plunging deep inside you, curling and stroking your sweet spot. 

"That's it, baby, cum for me. I want to feel your pussy clench around my fingers." Your orgasm built rapidly, your body coiling tighter with each stroke of his skilled fingers. 

"I'm gonna cum, baby!" you cried out, your voice hoarse and raw. He increased the pace, his thumb rubbing your clit in firm circles. 

"That's it, let it all out. Cum for me, pretty girl.” He cooed as your release hit you like a tidal wave, your body shaking as pleasure consumed you. You cried out his name, your nails digging into his shoulders as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over you. “Good girl.” He gently praised you kissing your neck. As your tremors subsided, Trent gently removed his fingers, leaving you feeling sensitive and sated. He picked you up and brought you up to the bedroom, his eyes locked on you, your chest heaving as you came down, kissing his neck "Get on the bed f’me, baby," he commanded, his voice thick with desire. "I want to taste every inch of you." And so you did as he asked, your body still buzzing from the intensity of your climax downstairs. You laid back on the soft sheets, your eyes never leaving his as he stood before you, his erection straining against his trousers. With deliberate movements, Trent undressed, revealing his toned, sculpted body. He pulled his shirt over his head and your jaw slacked as his muscles flexed. Your mouth went dry as you took in the sight of him, his cock thick and hard, straining towards you. He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between your thighs, his eyes smoldering with hunger. "You're so fucking beautiful," he growled, his hands caressing your inner thighs, spreading you open. "I'm gonna eat you out until you beg me to stop." You nodded. You were borderline delirious. The first time you had to be quiet, you almost had to be quick before but so far… this had been a complete 180 from that and it was proving to somehow be even better. His head lowered, his warm breath ghosting over your sensitive flesh. He teased you, kissing and nipping at your inner thighs, kissing over the faded remnant of his last visit to your core, making you squirm with anticipation. Finally, his tongue found your aching clit, flicking and swirling, sending jolts of pleasure through your body.

"Oh God, Trent," you moaned, your hands threading to grip his hair, holding him close. "Your mouth feels so good. Don't stop, please." He chuckled against your skin, his smugness palpable but you didn’t care, the vibrations sent shivers down your spine, it felt too good. 

"You taste so sweet, baby. I could do this all night." His tongue delved deeper, penetrating your wetness, licking and sucking, driving you wild. You were lost in a haze of pleasure, your body responding to his every touch. His fingers joined his tongue, thrusting into your tight hole, stretching and filling you. 

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, please, baby!" you cried out, your hips bucking against his face. Trent's mouth and fingers worked in perfect harmony, driving you to the brink of another mind-blowing orgasm. Trent could feel his cock getting so hard from hearing and watching and making you cum. He was almost about to explode himself but he needed to experience it again. He was obsessed. 

"Cum for me again, baby," he urged, his voice muffled against your flesh. "Let me feel you squeeze around my fingers. Be my good girl again." Your body obeyed, the sensations overwhelming you as you tumbled over the edge once more. Your cries filled the room as your pussy clenched and spasmed around his invading fingers. As your tremors subsided, Trent slowly withdrew his fingers, leaving you breathless and spent. He rose above you, his cock poised at your entrance, ready to claim what was his. "You're so fucking responsive, baby. I love how you cum for me." You reached up, running your hands over his chest, feeling his heart pounding beneath your touch. 

"I need more of you, T. Please, I need you inside me. I want to make you cum now, baby." You told him as he positioned himself at your entrance, his cock teasing your wetness.

"Tell me what you want, baby. I want to hear you beg." Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but your desire overrode any inhibitions. 

"Please, T," you pleaded, your voice thick with need. "Fuck me, hard. I want to feel you deep inside me. I want to be a good girl for you.” Your words went straight to his cock. He smiled deviously and with one swift thrust, he slid inside,  filling you completely, in your lustful haze forgetting condoms existed. Your eyes widened at the sensation of his thick shaft stretching you, taking you by surprise. "Oh my God," you gasped, your body adjusting to his size. 

"You like that, huh?" he grunted, his voice strained. "You love my cock inside you, don't you, baby?"  You nodded, unable to form words, your body already building towards another climax. Trent began to move, his hips thrusting in a slow, deliberate rhythm, each stroke hitting your sweet spot you’d never known before. “Take my cock. That’s it.” He growled, his hands gripping your thighs, holding you open for his possession. The pleasure was intense, each thrust sending sparks of ecstasy through your body. You matched his rhythm, your hips rising to meet his, your breasts bouncing with each impact. 

"Oh fuck, baby. You’re so deep." you chanted, your nails digging into his back, marking him as your own. Trent's eyes rolled back as he pounded into you, his control slipping with each thrust. Your mind turning to mush. You couldn’t think of anything else but the roll of Trents hips. Each thrust clouding your mind more. His lips coming to kiss and suck on your exposed collarbone. 

"Fuck, you feel so good, baby. I want you to cum on my cock. I need to feel you– Fuck!” Trent grunted. You were wrong the first time, that wasn't the best sex either of you had ever had… this was. Your body was on fire, your pussy clenching and milking his shaft, desperate for his release. 

"Cum inside me T," you begged, your voice hoarse. “I want you to fill me up, please." You whined. His thrusts starting to become sloppier.  Hearing you say that made his mind go blank. He tried to ask you ‘what?’ Or ‘are you sure?’ But he couldn't process what you were saying. It turned him on too much to even think straight. “Please, I need you. I want to feel you cum.” You demanded wrapping your legs around his waist tighter, holding him to you. 

“Baby…” Trent grunted, not sure what to do. He felt like he was glitching; he couldn't process both minds. 

“I’m on birth control, please T… Do it, baby. Please.” You whined pathetically. It’s all you could think about. It’s all you wanted. You wanted to feel him. So you clenched around him and he moaned. He reached down between your body’s to rub your clit in sync with his rough pace. 

“Yeah? Alright, I’ll give you what you want, baby.  I’m gonna… fuck…” He babbled through words. You nodded as the knot in your stomach grew tighter and tighter. 

“Oh fuck…” You whined as he hit your g spot again and again relentlessly. You gripped his biceps, nails leaving crescent marks on his tanned toned arms. 

“Doing so good, baby. I got you. I’m gonna cum. Shit! Squeezing me so fucking tight.” He grunted still thrusting into you as his abs tensed. His eyes rolled back a little with deep breaths. He let out a guttural roar as he plunged deep, his cock throbbing as he emptied himself inside you. Wave after wave of his hot cum filled your depths, triggering another earth-shattering orgasm within you. Your body quivered as your pussy tightened around him. Your bodies convulsed together, locked in a blissful embrace as pleasure consumed you both. He slowed almost to a halt as his cock pulsed inside your warm pussy. He pumped you full of his cum, painting your insides. He caught your lips with a sweet kiss.  As your tremors subsided, Trent collapsed onto the bed beside you, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. He turned towards you though just in time to see your eyes sparkling with satisfaction. "You okay? Did so good f’me. You were incredible, baby.” He kissed your temple pulling you tight to him. He smiled, his eyes full of affection. You hummed but couldn’t get any words out just yet, completely spent. You snuggled closer, your fingers tracing the contours of his face.  He captured your hand, pressing a tender kiss to your palm. Trent kissed your forehead and rolled off the bed. “Stay right there f’me. One minute” He cooed softly.

“You’re perfect,” You giggled quietly as Trent returned with a warm towel gently wiping up your thighs and sensitive core. He was so soft as he worked his way around, cleaning you up, leaving kisses on your warm skin after it was wiped clean. He laid down next to you and you just stared at him appreciatively. 

“Okay… all good, baby?” He tenderly asked. You nodded, pulling him into you. As you lay there, entwined in each other's arms, you knew that this night had changed everything. The secret you shared would bind you together, and the passion that ignited between you was burning brighter than ever before.

Naively, you hadn't exactly anticipated waking up naked and tangled in your brother's best friend's sheets after the club, feeling the steady rhythm of Trent's heartbeat under your cheek. As reality set in, you let out a quiet groan, a mix of bliss and uncertainty. You really liked Trent, but what were you both doing? What were you thinking? Sure you didn’t kiss at the club but anyone could've seen you together last night. Not to mention what happened in the privacy of Trent’s bed last night. This wasn't fair to Jack. Yet, the warmth of Trent's arms around you made it hard to think of anything else. Then suddenly you could feel those gorgeous brown eyes fixed on you. 

"Stop staring at me," you giggled sleepily, sensing Trent's gaze on you as you lay draped across his chest.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his fingers tracing light circles on your bare back, pulling you from every nagging worry.

"Stop," you muttered shyly. "Also, you've 100% seen me sleep before..."

"Not like this," he replied, his voice soft but teasing. "Not in my bed, not on top of me, not naked... definitely not after we had sex." His smirk made you both laugh and blush, but you didn't pull away.

"Did I live up to your expectations?" you teased, hiding a bit of genuine curiosity.

"Surpassed them," he whispered, tilting your face to look at him. "From the first kiss," he added, his eyes warm, making you feel seen in a way that felt new and thrilling. You cuddled closer, sighing into his warmth, a quiet, affectionate 

"My T..." escaping your lips in a soft murmur. Trent's lips curled into a smile. 

"Yeah? Yours now?” He teased as a wave of embarrassment and surprise washed over you. You felt the urge to pull back, realizing what you'd just said. You felt it, you felt he’d been yours for forever but now with your arms around him it felt more real. You just regretted saying it aloud massively.  But before you could say anything more to backtrack, he beat you to it. "Good. I like that." His voice was a gentle reassurance, grounding you in the moment. You couldn't help but smile, pressing closer into his embrace, thinking that maybe-just maybe-this was worth all the risk. You stayed in bed, savoring the lingering warmth and thrill of the night before, feeling like you were tangled up in the best and most complicated decision of your life. Trent stretched beside you, rubbing the back of his neck. He groaned, dramatizing his soreness. 

“I gotta run to training, baby,” he murmured, sitting up, his voice hesitant. “But you know, like… where stuff is, or… I don’t know,” he added with a shy laugh, glancing over at you.

“It’s fine,” you assured him, trying to mask the slight guilt you felt for even being at his place. “I can let myself out.” You shyly told him. But Trent shook his head, looking at you earnestly. 

“Nah, I don’t mean that. I meant…” He paused, then took a deep breath. “If you want, you could… hang out, y’know? Till I get back.” A small, hopeful smile played on his lips. He wanted more than just a hook-up, but he also didn’t want to push you too much, too soon. There was a fine line here. You knew each other so well already so it was hard to find the right medium. 

“Okay…” you replied softly, rolling over and nuzzling deeper into his bed, feeling the comforting scent of him on the sheets. It was the softest, most comfortable place you’d ever been, and every inch of you wanted to stay wrapped in that feeling. Trent leaned over, pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder blade, lingering just a moment. He rested his forehead there, warm and content. The quiet promise hung between you both, and when he finally pulled away, the smile on his face mirrored your own. This was everything you’d ever dreamed of.

That night and the following day made everything very real for you. You would text but it was tense. Not in a negative way, just in a dangerous way. It was flirty but cautious. Neither of you knew what the other wanted out of this. It was insane you were doing this, risking it all, but it felt far too forward to just jump into something like dating. It was hard not to wonder if this was all just a physical thrill for him. He could get any girl, so why just use you for that… But in any case you weren’t exactly going to stop him. The two times you had sex were the best of your life. The days after would unfold in a series of stolen glances and held-back smiles, a mix of excitement and uncertainty hovering between you and Trent. Now that you both knew how good the sex was, you made sure not to spend too much time alone, knowing full well how easily things would spiral. Whenever he’d text you something cheeky, it’d leave you grinning and tense all at once. The messages bounced back and forth, his words flirty but guarded, your responses mirroring the same cautious playfulness. Both of you circled around what you wanted, but neither quite daring to define it. The tension simmered, unspoken questions lingering. Did he just want something physical? Was this a fling, or was he holding back for the same reasons you were? A small part of you worried, wondering if he saw this as a thrill, something exciting but ultimately fleeting. But another part of you couldn’t let it go—not when the chemistry felt this real, this undeniable. Not after some of the things he’d said to you. So you found yourself slipping further into it… into him, savoring the anticipation, not ready to pull back even as you held on tightly to the ‘what ifs.’ For now, neither of you were stopping, and maybe that was all that mattered.

One evening, you returned home from a dinner with friends, laughter still lingering on your lips when you saw him there…Trent, perched at the kitchen island next to your brother, Jack. The ease you'd felt moments ago fizzled into something else entirely, a mix of excitement and nerves. You hadn't expected him to be here tonight, and the realization set off a charge between you that felt impossible to ignore. Trent's eyes found yours the second you walked in, and you saw something flicker in his gaze. The cocky confidence he usually wore so easily faltered; he swallowed, letting his eyes flutter closed for just a second, as if seeing you threw him off balance. He knew he should've texted to give you a heads-up, but he didn't know the rules any more than you did. Were there rules at all? There had been no conversations, no ‘what are we doing’ talks, only late-night touches and whispered promises that lingered like secrets. Now, here he was, in your space again, and the unspoken tension between you felt all the more real with Jack in the room. 

Jack was hunched over, engrossed in a tub of ice cream as he scooped out of it directly with a spoon, clearly settled in the comforts of his own home. You walked over and playfully swiped a bit off the lid, the cold against your finger a welcome distraction as you licked it off. The whole time, you could feel Trent's gaze tracking every movement, his stare so intense you almost felt heat radiate off him. When you glanced up, his eyes were fixed on you, almost as if willing himself to look away. You sucked on your finger pretending to be innocent purring a ‘yum.’ He shut his eyes briefly, as though watching you was more than he could bear. Once the ice cream was cleanly off your finger and you knew Trent was locked in you casually peeled off the sweatshirt you had on, too aware of the way your shirt underneath it clung to your frame and you wanted to show him just that. As you pulled the jumper over your head, the fabric of your top underneath rose up, you watched as Trent's jaw tightened, his gaze dropping to the bare skin revealed beneath the hem. He mouthed ‘stop; at you, his eyes pleading, though his lips hinted at a smirk, like he was caught between amusement and frustration. You couldn't help but return the smirk, leaning into the innocence of the moment while savoring the effect it had on him. As you moved to brush past Trent's kitchen island stool, your hand slid against the cool countertop, steadying you as you sent him a flirtatious look. Jack, completely oblivious but mildly annoyed by your stealing swipe, reached for the ice cream tub and turned to walk back over to the freezer to put it away with a small grumble. Tren wasn't having your teasing though. As Jack’s back turned, his hand shot out, grabbing your waist and pulling you closer with enough possessiveness to make your breath catch. His fingers pressed into your side, holding you in place as he leaned in, his voice low and rough against your ear.

"Stop it," he whispered, his words a command masked in a tease, his breath hot against your skin. His smirk was still there, but you could sense he was barely keeping his composure. You swallowed, feeling his grip tighten ever so slightly, each inch between you charged with electricity. “Thought you liked being a good girl f’me?” His voice was soft, teasing, and you felt his fingers flex against your waist. He chuckled under his breath. His fingers slid from your waist just as Jack shut the refrigerator door, your cheeks flushed as you stepped back, trying to steady your breathing and maintain the playful pretense. But the truth was, every touch, every glance was unraveling the control you'd both been clinging to. Jack turned back around, oblivious once more, but you and Trent exchanged another look, the kind that said everything you couldn't out loud. The thrill was undeniable, but beneath it all was a question that neither of you wanted to ask-was this just a game, or was there something more? And with Jack so close, both of you knew one thing: the stakes were only getting higher.

You headed up to your room, turning down the invitation to join Jack, Trent, and their friends who’d since come over for another movie night. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to, but being in the same room as Trent right now—so close, yet unable to act on how you felt—seemed like torture. And in addition to that torture you couldn’t do this to Jack. The touches in the kitchen were already unfair. Not in his own home. You needed space to cool down, away from the tension that always sparked whenever Trent was near. But once upstairs, your phone buzzed. It was Trent, and just seeing his name on your screen made your heart race.

The message read, casual but with an undertone you couldn’t quite place. You smirked, already forming a response in your head.

You replied, keeping it short and sweet, trying to play it cool. You didn’t want him to think you were avoiding him, even if part of you was.  Seconds later, another buzz. 

You couldn’t help but laugh. It was a little inside joke between you two. Trent always teased you about your habit of talking through films, but secretly, you knew he liked your commentary and questions. And now, you definitely knew he liked your company. Your fingers hovered over the screen as you typed out a response, trying to ignore how giddy you felt.

His next message came in almost immediately, and it stopped you in your tracks. 

Your heart skipped a beat, and you had to read it twice just to make sure you weren’t imagining things. Was he really asking what you thought he was asking? You stared at your phone, biting your lip as a wave of nervous excitement washed over you. This wasn’t a casual hangout invite—it felt like something more. Something you’d both been skirting around for too long. Your mind raced as you considered how to respond, trying to balance your excitement with the need to not come off too eager. You didn’t think it was a date but it was hanging out alone and not some sort of drunk lustful afterthought. 

You finally typed, keeping your tone light, though inside, your pulse quickened. You didn’t want to give away how much this meant to you—not yet. You were relieved Trent’s reply came fast.

You flopped back onto your bed, covering your face with a pillow to muffle the excited squeal that escaped your lips. Your legs kicked the air as your mind raced. Was this really happening? The thought of being alone with him, away from prying eyes, sent a thrill through you that you couldn’t quite suppress. You typed out your next reply, trying to keep your cool. 

You typed feeling mildly braver.

Trent texted back, simple, direct, and flirty… and perfect. All of it somehow made it even more exciting. You tossed your phone onto the bed, rolling over as a grin spread across your face. You couldn’t even play it cool on the outside, inside, you were buzzing but your texts read calm… at least you hoped they did. Regardless, Trent and you had just decided the line was officially gone and you couldn’t wait to see what happened now.

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Chapter 13- Shadow Phantoms

Link barely slept two hours that night. The day before kept replaying in his mind, and he kept tossing and turning from the anxieties gnawing at him from the inside. Rest was important, but by the goddesses, he couldn’t rest knowing that his son was in danger; he didn’t feel like he was allowed to rest, as if sleeping was the wrong choice to make at that moment. Even with the small amounts of sleep he found, it was nothing but nightmares—nightmares of never finding Kori again, nightmares of the beast killing everyone he loved, and nightmares that he couldn’t even remember. But the feelings lingered, and when he woke up with the sun barely peeking over the horizon, he finally decided to get up. Though he tried to be silent as he got his things together, Uli opened the door to her room to greet him, a sad smile on her face. The two silently embraced each other, Uli holding tight to Link as his face buried into her shoulder. After a moment of hugging each other, Uli pulled back, giving him a firm look.

“Please be safe,” she begged, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I will ma,” Link promised, “I’ll find pa and Kori.”

“I know you will,” she said in a small voice, rubbing her thumb gently against his cheek. She gave him a quick peck on the forehead and nodded, which gave him permission to leave. He bid a small farewell to Rela who was still sleeping and left the house, jumping on Epona and heading to his clearing. But where he expected emptiness, he saw Colin, who was waiting with Rusl’s horse and his sword in hand. He was pacing the clearing, spinning around when Link arrived, and he smiled as Link got closer.

“Hey!” He greeted when Link slowed down. “I figured you’d leave at this time.”

“What are you doing here?” Link questioned, fearing the conversation that would take place.

“Waiting for you, of course.”

“Well… I need to leave right now.”

“Great. I’m coming with you!”

Link sighed. Just as he thought. “You’re not coming with me.”

“Yes I am.”

“No, Colin. It’s too—“

“Dangerous?” Colin cut in, raising an eyebrow and crossing his arms. He still wore his green shirt, but instead of his Ordon skirt he wore blue pants that stopped in the middle of his calf, as if they were too small. A green bandana was tied around his forehead, and he wore straps that held his sword close to him—he looked like he was ready for a fight. Which meant convincing him otherwise was going to be a challenge. “Let me guess, you want me to stay back to protect Ordon?”

Link frowned. “Yes. Colin, don’t—“

“No! I know you and pa always say that my duty to stay behind is so important and I don’t disagree! But I’m not staying behind this time.”

“Colin, it’s not safe! Do you have any idea what we’re dealing with?”

“Yes! I do!” Colin shouted, his smug demeanor dropping to make way for frustration. “I fought it in Faron woods so it wouldn’t hurt Kori and Rela! It’s terrifying, but I’m not going to sit around and wait anymore! You guys need all the help anyway!”

Link sighed again, shaking his head. “I’m not arguing any further. You’re staying here.”

“I’m not asking for your permission.” Colin got closer, his expression turning dark. “That thing took my dad and my nephew. I’m not gonna let it get away with that.”

Link stared for a moment, truly seeing his little brother, the timid and quiet boy he once was, growing into a courageous young man. It almost hurt to see how much he grew up, his heart aching for the little boy, but he couldn’t help but feel so proud of him, knowing that he was willing to fight to protect those he cared about. It was always something Colin wanted since he was a child, and Link knew he couldn’t deny him that any longer. He finally looked down, ignoring Colin’s piercing gaze and nodded.

“Ok,” he agreed, and Colin looked surprised, as if he needed to fight more. But he quickly nodded and hopped onto their pa’s horse, a little grin on his face as he clutched his sword close to him.

“Ok! Where to?” Colin asked, and Link gave him a smirk.

“To Kakariko.”

“Oh! Right! To Kakariko!” He cheered, sheathing his sword on his back and turning to Link with a determined look in his smile. “Let’s go save Hyrule.”

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The ride to Kakariko felt tense as Link and Colin pushed their horses as fast as they could, every movement making Link jump out of his skin. He had his sword drawn, not daring to sheath it as the world flew past them, as if danger would attack in any moment. Colin was clearly feeling his anxiety, and his excitement for finally tagging along was gone as he stayed close to Link, though Rusl’s horse was nowhere near as fast as Epona. The two brothers reached Kakariko before the sun began to set, and to Link’s surprise, it was eerily empty—a stark contrast to how it was when he last visited. Colin got off his horse and looked around with his brows furrowed, his hand moving his sheath to his hip.

“Where is everybody?” He asked softly, so soft that Link almost didn’t catch it.

“No idea,” Link replied, feeling uneasy as he got off of Epona. The two began to lead their horses through the empty town, with Colin calling out a “hello” here and there, but they got no responses. Occasionally Link would spot a villager watching them silently through a small crack in their window, before closing it harshly, the sound ringing out in the air. Colin huffed, putting his hands on his hips as he glanced at Link.

“What in the Spirits’ names happened here? Why are they all hiding?” Colin turned back to the buildings, cupping his hands around his mouth and shouting, “we’re not here to hurt you! You can come on out!”

A noise was heard from the other side of the village, and Link and Colin got their hopes up that someone was finally showing up to explain things to them. But instead of villagers, Link saw a group of people on horses riding towards them, and he immediately spotted the resistance riding in the front.

“Looks like backup is here,” Link said, and he waited for the group to meet up with them. Shad was riding behind Ashei, who had a determined look on her face, Auru was on his own horse and he bore a relieved smile as he watched Link and Colin, and to Link’s surprise, the King of Hyrule himself was riding behind them, with a group of forty soldiers or so following. He didn’t know the king was going to show up, but he certainly wasn’t complaining.

“Glad you boys made it safely,” Auru said, grunting as he hopped off his horse, “I thought we were gonna have to hunt ya down.”

“Ha, when we showed up with no one in sight, I thought we were gonna have to hunt you down,” Link chuckled, poking Auru in the chest. The old man laughed and looked over at Colin, resting his hand on his shoulder.

“Glad you could join the team, boy.”

Colin’s round ears went pink and he looked down, fiddling with his fingers in front of him.

“I—I just want to help in any way I can,” he muttered, and Auru nodded.

“I understand. You’re no doubt worried about your old man.”

“Yeah… Worried about him and my nephew.”

Ashei and Shad walked up to the group, with a proud smile on Ashei’s face.

“We need all the help we can get, Colin. Welcome to the resistance,” she said, holding out her hand, and Colin’s eyes practically popped out of his head as he gingerly took her hand and shook it.

“Thanks,” he breathed, clearly feeling nervous from the attention.

“Pardon me.”

The resistance turned their heads to see King Edmund walking over to them, his hands behind his back and his eyes narrowed.

“Forgive me for making assumptions, I’m not as familiar with Hyrule as I should be, but I was told that Kakariko was a booming town, with a growing population.” King Edmund turned his head to stare at the closed and quiet buildings. “Where is everyone?”

“Hey!”

Link turned to look at the sanctuary, where Luda was peeking out from, her sword in hand. Her eyes traveled between each person, her gaze finally landing on Link and Colin.

“Link, Colin, you’re here?” She asked, almost to herself, and Colin jogged up to her.

“Luda! What’s going on? Is everything alright?”

Luda shriveled a little, almost hiding into the sanctuary as they got closer, but she pulled herself together and gestured to the inside with her head.

“Come inside, I’ll explain everything.”

The army King Edmund brought stayed outside, keeping an eye on things, but he and the rest of the resistance headed inside. There were some injured and sick huddled against the walls, but what caught Link’s attention was Barnes sitting in a corner, his leg in a cast and his head hung. Both Link and Colin immediately traveled over to him without thinking, and the man raised his head when they got closer.

“Barnes,” Colin started, looking him over, “what happened?”

“Oh kid…” Barnes mumbled, his voice ragged with his usual character and charm sucked out of him. Link frowned, resting his hand on the man’s shoulder. Being up close, he could see his bumps and bruises scattered all over his body.

“Um… Link, Colin,” Luda started, her voice shaking, “Barnes and my father went to the Gorons to tell them to stay inside at night and…. When they were coming back—”

“Oh, don’t tell me,” Colin whispered, his expression filled with horror. Luda nodded, her eyes welling up with tears.

“He-he went missing. M-my papa is missing and—” Luda broke down crying, her head in her hands. Link moved to comfort her, but Ashei beat him to it, with her arm wrapped around her. Colin sat down next to Barnes, his expression defeated.

“Not Renado,” he whimpered.

It was uncomfortably silent as Luda cried, with Link standing near Barnes and Colin clearly fighting back his own tears. Link should’ve been fighting back tears as well; Renado was like a second father to him. But for some reason he couldn’t bring himself to cry. He could only feel anger and fury growing stronger and stronger. That beast… it was taking everyone he cared about…

“You were with her father?” King Edmund cut in, interrupting Link’s thoughts, and Barnes raised his head again.

“Yes.”

“What did you see? When was this?”

Barnes shifted, clearly agitated from the questions. “I didn’t see nothin’. I fell down the mountain and Renado was gone. All that was left was his bow.” Barnes sighed, shaking his head. “Broke my ankle in the process. It all happened yesterday morning.”

Shad and Auru glanced at each other, shocked expressions on their faces.

“That thing moves fast.” Auru said. “It just attacked Castle Town yesterday.”

“It must’ve moved straight from Faron, to Kakariko, and then to Castle Town,” Shad continued, his finger stroking his chin. “It seemed like Kakariko was just a pit stop for it.”

“Indeed,” King Edmund agreed. “Is this why everyone is inside?”

“Yes,” Luda sniffed, nodding her head. “Everyone was frightened so they went into their homes.”

“Staying inside just to be picked off one-by-one,” King Edmund muttered to himself. “Well, do not fret any longer, we’re going to eradicate this threat and try to save the abducted people.”

Ashei nodded and gave Luda a squeeze. “We’re going to find your father, Luda. Everything will be alright.”

Luda nodded and sniffed again, leaning into Ashei’s touch. It grew silent for a moment until Barnes raised his head again, his brows furrowed.

“What is causing these disappearances?” He asked, his voice low. “Renado was about to tell me before I fell down the mountain.”

“It’s a shadow beast,” Colin answered before Link could, his gaze piercing into the ground. “A mutated shadow beast that has grown powerful enough to become a serious problem.”

The silence grew heavy, and Barnes rubbed his face as sweat began to drip down his brow.

“Cripes,” he muttered. “Well that’s the last thing I wanted to hear.”

“A shadow beast?” Luda repeated. “But—it—my father is long gone then.”

Link shook his head quickly. “No. He’ll be fine, they’ll all be fine.”

“But—the shadow beasts turn people into more shadow beasts—”

“No!” Link’s voice began to raise and he stood up abruptly. “They’re going to be fine! We’re going to save all the people the shadow beast took, alright? So stop thinking that it’s over because it’s not!”

Ashei’s expression went dark and she subtly shook her head. Link frowned and looked away, feeling like he reacted too much there.

“Look, don’t assume the worst,” he continued, trying to control himself, and he dared to look Luda in the eyes, “don’t assume the worst yet. Don’t give up on your pa.”

Luda shuffled her feet but nodded, smiling slightly. Link nodded back and let out a huff, feeling eyes piercing into him like arrows to his skin. He couldn’t take it.

“I’m gonna go take a breather,” he muttered, weaving his way around the crowded sanctuary and bursting through the door. The soldiers of Hyrule all looked at him, but he turned away, walking to the Kakariko spring and sitting down, staring at the sparkling water lap against his boots.

“They’re going to be fine,” he whispered, glaring hard at the water. “Please, let them be fine.”

“Link?”

Link didn’t turn around, knowing that Colin was approaching him from behind. His little brother carefully sat beside him, leaving space between the two as he rested his hands on his knees, staring at the water. They were silent, with Colin clearly trying to think of what to say, so Link sighed and decided to speak for him.

“Did I sound too mean?” He asked, and Colin gave him a surprised look.

“W-well… you sounded…. Sorta mad.”

Link shook his head, disappointed in himself. “Poor Luda. I didn’t mean to come off that way.”

“It’s ok. You—” Colin paused, staring at the water for a moment. “I guess all that talk was stressin’ you out?”

Link groaned, rubbing his eyes. “I can’t—I have to believe that they’ll be alright.”

Colin nodded, staying silent.

“If I believe that they’re in trouble I will lose myself! I—I can’t have that type of talk right now,” Link whimpered, and Colin nodded again.

“I understand. We have to have hope.”

Link sighed, lightly tapping Colin’s arm. “I should apologize to Luda. She’s clearly upset and I’m just makin’ it worse.”

Colin got on his hands and knees, following Link’s lead as they stood up. “Yeah. I doubt she’s upset with you, though. I mean, Ashei seemed pretty upset, but Luda seemed fine. Apologizing wouldn’t hurt—what is that?”

Link paused, looking over at Colin who was on one knee, staring at the Kakariko gate. Link turned to see what he was looking at, and he spotted a silhouette of a person.

“It’s just a guy, Colin,” Link said, but his little brother shook his head.

“No, something’s wrong.”

Link stared hard at the person, and he was able to pick up on what Colin was talking about. The person was wavering, their legs swinging and stomping on the ground as if they would collapse, and whatever they were wearing, it was dark in color, almost looking like a void standing out in the red rocks Kakariko was known for. Link stood up straight, walking closer to the mysterious person.

“Wait, Link—“ Colin protested, but Link ignored him, feeling concerned for the person more than anything. But as he got closer, he saw that something was deeply wrong. The person was huge, towering over Link, with dark, thick armor. In its hand was a heavy sword being dragged across the ground, leaving a trail of torn up dirt, and a mouth was gaping open from beneath the helmet. Just as Link was about to draw his sword, the thing suddenly bolted towards him, and he flinched as he brought out his shield just in time for the heavy sword to ram into him. Link went flying, landing harshly against the rocky wall and onto the ground.

“Link!” Colin called out to him, and Link scrambled to his feet, his heart threatening to burst out of his chest as he pulled out his sword, snarling at the titan standing before him. The heavy sword swung down on him again, but Link was able to roll out of the way. In one motion, he got to his feet and jumped in the air, spinning his sword around him and slicing the armored monster’s back. Pieces went flying, metallic noises of the armor falling to the ground ringing out, and the creature swung its sword at Link again, like a gibdo after paralyzing its prey. Link jumped out of the way and backed up next to Colin, who had his sword drawn.

“I don’t think that’s a person,” Colin commented, “it’s more like… a phantom of a person… with armor.

Link let out a bitter laugh. “And what made you think that?”

The armored beast charged again, making Link and Colin dodge before it rammed into them. The soldiers behind them began to panic, with orders being yelled out frantically and many running over to help the two brothers.

“WE’RE UNDER ATTACK!” One soldier yelled, and Link heard shouting from the other side of Kakariko. Just above the soldiers, he made out another armored beast emerging from Goron mountain, marching towards the group.

“Well isn’t that just great,” Link growled, looking over to Colin. “You think you could handle this guy?”

Colin looked over and nodded. “I got him. Go take care of the other one.”

Link grinned at him before bolting to the other armored phantom, weaving and zipping past the soldiers who watched in horror as the thing got closer. But before it could reach the soldiers, Link broke from the frontlines, jumping high and slamming his sword onto the armor. The impact rippled through his muscles, and the armor cracked under the pressure, sending the armored phantom stumbling back. Link landed on the ground, rubbing his sore arms and snarling at the phantom as it recovered from the hit. It stumbled over to him, and Link brought up his shield to smack it before it could try anything, and when it was off balance, he jumped in the air again, flipping while tearing his sword through the helmet. Landing on the ground with a roll, Link spun to see the helmet cut cleanly in half, the phantom’s head revealed, and his blood froze. It looked just like the shadow beast, though its head was more round and had no tendrils coming out of its body. And instead of leathery black skin, it seemed like it was dripping with the black ooze that would come out of the beast. It wasn’t a phantom of a human, it was a phantom of the beast itself.

Its yellow teeth separated, the jaw unhinging as a shriek suddenly escaped its throat, ringing out and shaking Link to his core. It took charge as he tried to recover, and Link was soon pinned beneath the large creature, its teeth gnashing at his face to rip it off. Link growled and threw the shadow’s phantom off of him with a strained yell, grabbing his sword and stabbing the phantom right through its open mouth. His sword pierced through the back of the mouth, hitting the ground beneath the writhing monster, and as black blood oozed out of the creature’s mouth, it stopped moving and finally died. The body dissipated into twilight magic, slowly fading into nothing and leaving behind the battered armor. Link sat there for a moment, staring at his sword that was embedded into the ground, until he heard footsteps to his side.

“Looks like the shadow beast made some new friends,” Auru said, and Link looked up to see the resistance, including King Edmund, watching him. Link sighed and stood up, sheathing his sword.

“Yeah, that’s what it looks like,” he replied. “When did you guys get here?”

“We heard shouting and fighting,” Ashei said, crossing her arms. “Shame you and Colin took all the fun.”

“Where’s Colin?”

“I’m here!”

To Link’s relief, his little brother pushed through the crowd of soldiers, black blood covering his arms but he had a relieved grin on his face.

“Me and the soldiers took care of the other one!”

“Woah, what about us?” Auru argued light-heartedly. “We helped a little at the end!”

Colin smiled and shook his head. “They helped a bit.”

“Ouch.”

King Edmund nodded, looking at Link with a twinkle in his eye. “Yes. But I must say, that was phenomenal fighting there, Link!” The king suddenly walked up to him, shaking his hand with excitement. “It was like watching a dance, I couldn’t look away at how you fought with such skill and grace!”

Link smiled nervously. “R-really? I was just fighting.”

“Yes, but you needed no help, and you fought with such mighty strength. You’d give my brothers a hard time, and I don’t put that lightly!”

“I—thank you.”

Edmund nodded before pulling away, staring at his white glove that turned black due to the blood on Link’s hand. He made a face of disgust as he stared, and Link started to wipe his dirty hands on his already dirty clothes.

“Sorry, your highness. I don’t think that’s gonna come out,” he chuckled nervously. Edmund simply sighed and looked down at Link again, nodding.

“Well, there are more important things than ruining a good pair of gloves. Everyone listen up!” Edmund turned to the soldiers, the resistance, and the few villagers that left their homes to see what was going on. “The beast has clearly learned some new tricks—creating monsters to fight for it. Though it’s a dire situation, it’s a lead as to where it is. We’ll split up, find these monsters, and hope that they can lead us to the shadow beast!”

The soldiers all cheered in response, and Edmund turned to Link. “If you wouldn’t mind, Link, could I travel by your side?”

Link was taken aback as he looked over to the resistance, and Auru gave him a nod.

“Sounds like a plan, your highness,” he said, putting his shoulder on Ashei. “Me and these kids will move out to find more of these creatures. Link, you’ll go with the King. There’s no one better to protect His Highness.”

Link nodded at the resistance before turning to King Edmund. “I’ll go with you, but only if my little brother Colin goes too.”

King Edmund bowed his head, which Link assumed was a “yes”, and he turned to the soldiers. “I expect nothing but effort to be put into this search. It’s time for you men to represent and protect your kingdom.”

The king soon began ordering the soldiers around, splitting them into groups while Link watched with his hands fidgeting with each other. Colin walked up to him, placing his hand on his shoulder.

“What do you think this means?” He asked, and Link glanced up at him. “Nothin’ like this has ever happened before.”

Link shrugged. “I think the shadow beast realized that we ain’t pushovers, and it’s finally releasing its true power. I just hope finding these shadow phantoms will lead us to its den.”

Colin pursed his lips, crossing his arms as he watched the king.

“I hope Pa and Kori will be ok,” he whispered, and Link watched his little brother’s worried face before wrapping an arm around his shoulders, pulling him close to him.

“I hope so too.”

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Consciousness came to him at once. Kori gasped as his eyes shot open, and he sat up abruptly, his heart beating a mile a minute. He looked around him frantically, feeling the dread of danger around him, and his eyes landed on the shadow monster that’s been tormenting him and his family. Kori would’ve let out a shriek of fear, but someone covered his mouth aggressively, pulling him close so he wouldn’t flinch away.

“Quiet,” a woman’s voice whispered so quietly, he almost didn’t hear her. Kori glanced up at the one holding him, and it was the ninja person from before, her gray eyes watching the beast intently. “It’s asleep, we must escape.”

Kori nodded, glancing back at the beast while standing on his shaky legs, and he looked back at the ninja person, spotting his grandfather passed out below him.

“Grandpa Rusl—” Kori started, but the ninja shot him a warning look, her eyes glancing over at the beast, though it stayed unmoving. The ninja looked down at Rusl, smacking his cheeks gently which caused him to stir. His eyes opened, though it looked like it required a lot of effort, and he began to glance around with his eyes widening in confusion. His mouth opened, but the ninja already covered it, her finger up to her covered lips while the other pointed at the sleeping beast. Rusl’s eyes widened even further, and he finally stood up while instinctively pulling Kori closer to him. The ninja then grabbed Rusl’s arm and began to lead them away from the beast, the group stepping over rubble and debris scattered around. It made Kori wish he had shoes.

They left the room they were in, and it was clear to Kori that they were in a building of sorts, with pillars, cobblestone, and other materials houses were made of littering the place. Though it didn’t look like the building he was in before, with the purple wallpaper and portraits of Malo decorating the place. Where was he?

Rusl stumbled a bit, his grip on Kori loosening, and the ninja grabbed onto him before he could topple over. His grandfather looked strangely groggy, as if he was fighting to keep his eyes open, and he wavered before finally grounding himself.

“Sorry,” he muttered, and the ninja resumed their escape. The building they were in was strange, with long stretches of hallways leading into multiple rooms, some holding desks and beds inside of them. Kori’s never been in a building like this before, save for the castle. It was eerie being in a place clearly built for hundreds of people, only for a soul to be nowhere in sight. What was even more eerie about the place was how dark it was, with no windows letting in light for them to see. Fortunately, Kori was able to see relatively fine, but the ninja and his grandpa were struggling to see where they were going, causing them to stumble and trip over rubble, which didn’t help his grandpa’s fatigue. Once again, he stumbled and nearly took the ninja down with him.

“Sorry, sorry,” he apologized, holding himself up by the wall.

“Are you ok?” the ninja asked, and Rusl shook his head.

“It feels like my body weighs a thousand pounds… I feel so weak.”

Kori huddled up next to his leg, which resulted in Rusl resting his hand on his head.

“I’ll be fine, Kori. Let’s just focus on gettin’ outta here, yeah?”

The ninja nodded and continued walking through the ruined building, the group running into dead end after dead end, with Kori feeling more and more scared the longer they were in there. He heard his grandpa’s breathing grow heavier and louder as they walked, with his whole body sagging more and more. It was odd how he was acting in such a way—was he sick?

“Finally!” The ninja exclaimed quietly, running up to a small hole in the wall where dim light shone through. The ninja waited for Kori and his grandpa to catch up, and when they did, she jumped through the hole, landing on the gray grass below. She began to observe her surroundings while Kori walked to the edge, eyeing the height nervously.

“Sheik.” Rusl called out to her, and the ninja—Sheik—looked up at him. His grandpa picked Kori up and gently lowered him down to where Sheik was, and he was grabbed and put down on the ground, finally out of the creepy building. Rusl began to follow, lowering himself down, but Kori noticed how his arms shook, and his grandpa suddenly lost his grip and fell harshly to the ground with a yell. Kori gasped and ran to him, helping him sit up as he grimaced painfully.

“Are you ok?” Sheik asked, offering her hand, and Rusl waved it away.

“I’ll be fine, I’m just not feeling well.” Rusl groaned, rubbing his back. “I hope that thing didn’t hear me.”

“We best move, just in case,” Sheik said, and Rusl nodded, scrambling to his feet while Kori helped him. Sheik waited a moment, watching her surroundings, and Kori glanced up at the skies. The sky was a bright orange, with dark purple clouds flowing through the silent wind. The plants and grass were dull in color, looking dark against the sky, and black squares floating up and disappearing. It was unlike anything he’d ever seen.

“Where are we?” Rusl asked, his neck craned to look at the sky. Sheik didn’t say anything, she only stared at the sky with her back turned to them. Kori glanced up at his grandpa who was glaring ahead, and Sheik finally turned to look at them, her eyes wide.

“I know where we are…” She muttered, her voice sounding shocked.

“Where are we?” Rusl repeated, his voice having an edge to it. “Are we in Gerudo Desert or something?”

Sheik shook her head, and Kori glanced at Rusl again, who looked more worried now.

“We’re in the Twilight Realm.”

[tomscumdump]

Could you do a short fluff scenario about bill being clingy with the reader, and they just cuddle for hours until the reader wants to go to the bathroom. As she trys to move bills arm that’s wrapped around her, bill just whines and pulls her tight around him. The reader tells him she needs to use the bathroom and she’ll come back quickly and bill lets her go.

yes yes ofccc !!! also I really love this scenario it’s so ccuutteeeeee x33

DONT GO

FLUFF

I SIGHED walking through the door, kicking my shoes off and placing my bags down. I got a drink of water and made my way upstairs to the love of my life. I opened his door slowly with a smile on my face, he heard his door creak open and immediately knew it was me.

“schatz!!” he yelped as he jumped up off the bed, and picked me up in his arms. I hugged him back, just as hard. we sat on the bed and talked and talked for hours, that’s just how it was with bill. he understood me, he loved me, he cared for me. he’s everything I could ever need in a man.

bill continued to talk about his day, I stared at him with love and desire. everything about him so pretty and perfect, I giggled quietly and hugged him. the sudden action startling him, but he always loved my hugs. so, he hugged back almost instantly. “.. baby, I love you so much. you mean the world to me..” i mumble into the crook of his neck, he hugs me tighter and mumbles something back. “can we cuddle..?”

i give a weak smile and nod yes, i laid down and bill rest his head on my chest. curled up like a little baby. i played and fidgeting with his hair, he whispered sweet little nothings to me. and every now and then i kissed the top of his head gently, I loved him. I loved this boy so damn much.

we stayed there, in silence. I think bill fell asleep eventually, but I just laid with him, not a single word or sound. it wasn’t an awkward silence, nothing was awkward with bill. I couldn’t remember how long we had been there, but it had to have been atleast a few hours. I felt bill move around a little, groaning quietly and rubbing his eyes. I continued to caress his head and whisper to him

“it’s okay. it’s okay baby..” i heard him mumble i love you and it sent butterflies to my stomach. anything this boy could say made me feel loved, or seen. he gave me just the right amount of affection and reassurance.

I started to doze off as well, as soon as my eyes had fluttered shut. I needed to use the restroom. I pursed my lips and sighed. bill was asleep, he wouldn’t notice me leave right?

I picked up his arm from around my body gently and slowly, and tried to scoot off the bed quietly trying not to wake bill up. he whined and pulled me closer and tighter into his arms, I giggled and rubbed his head whispering to him.

“billy, I have to use the restroom..” he nodded his head no and whined again. he picked his head up to look at me and gave a weak tired smile. I smiled back and caressed his cheek gently, giving a little kiss on his nose. then telling him again, “I’ll be quick, I promise my love..” he protested again, digging his head into my neck giving soft kisses.

“please mama, don’t go..”

I sighed at his words, I wanted to stay but I really did have to go. I leant down and kissed his lips instead. I stared right into his chocolate eyes, practically begging to go. “billy, please? you know I’ll come back.” I said with a small smile on my face, he sighed and nodded yes. I give him one more kiss. and slide out of bed to the restroom, I watched him curl back into a ball and watch me. just waiting for me to get back out.

after about a minute or two, I walk out. he smiles and pats on the bed. I go over and lay back down, he latches right back into my arms as he gets comfortable again. I sigh and play with his hair as I whisper to him.

“I wouldn’t leave you for anything billy.”

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I found this one really cutteee !! I hope yall liked it :33 also sorry for it being short ugghhhhh ..

[wwestrang-fan]

Something different pt 1

jey uso x oc reader

Summary :After Jey's divorce, he found himself overwhelmed by the support of family and friends who were determined to help him move on. They became a relentless support squad, arranging blind dates and social outings, believing that a little push would lift his spirits. However, Jey craved solitude to process his emotions. One night, despite his reluctance, his friends insisted he join them at a new restaurant, where he unexpectedly encountered someone who wasn't his usual type completely different from the partners he typically sought

warning : a little bit of angst insecurity bit of a age gap scars

author's note : this is my first time writing so let me know what you guys think

Jey was waiting for his friend sami zayn by the exit of the arena ready to go back to the hotel

"Hey Jay, you good to go?" Sami called out as he walked up to me. "I've been ready," Jay said, making his way to the parking lot. "Yo, me and the guys are going out tonight. You coming?" Sami asked as he jumped into the driver’s seat. "Nah, I think I’ll just chill at the hotel and call it a night," Jay answered as I hopped in the car. "Come on, dude. You haven't hung out with us since the divorce. You’re always working! You should hang out with us more," Sami said. "I just wanna be by myself right now, man," Jay replied. Sam just sighed and started driving.

Jay and Sami arrived at the hotel, Jay headed to the front desk to grab my room key. "Here’s your room key, sir," the receptionist said, handing it over. "Thanks," Jay replied, making his way to the elevator. "You really don’t want to come out with us?" Sami asked. "Yeah, I’m sure," Jay told him. "Come on, man, your brothers want to see you. They're worried," Sami insisted. Jay sighed and stepped out of the elevator, walking toward our room. "I told you, I just want to be alone," Jay said. With another sigh, they continued down the hallway to our room.

As soon as Jey walked into the room, he lay down on the bed, sinking into the comfortable mattress as the exhaustion of the day washed over him. Just then, a knock echoed on the door, prompting Sami to walk over and open it. Standing there was jimmy

"What's up, uso?" Jimmy said, walking in with an easy smile.

What up man you good Sami asked

"I'm good. Y'all coming out tonight?" Jimmy asked, his enthusiasm palpable.

"Yeah, I'm coming," Sami replied, a grin spreading across his face. "You coming, Jey?"

"Come on, uso," Jimmy urged, his tone persuasive.

"Yeah, come on! Don't make us beg," Sami added playfully.

Jay let out a sigh, finally giving in. “Alright, alright, I’ll come.”

“Great!” Sami replied, grinning. “Everyone’s down in the lobby waiting for us.”

“Okay, let me change real quick; I’ll be there in a minute,” Jey called after them.

“Okay!” Sami and Jimmy echoed in unison, their voices trailing off as they walked out of the room, their footsteps echoing down the hallway.

As the door clicked shut, Jey swung his legs out of bed and planted his feet on the cool floor. He pushed himself up and shuffled toward the bathroom, determined to get ready quickly.

Jey walked out of the elevator and into the bustling lobby. He spotted Sami, Jimmy, Naomi, Cody, Seth, Roman, and Solo all gathered together, animatedly chatting and laughing.

“There he is!” Cody called out, his wide grin.

“Hey, man,” Jey replied, stepping forward to give Cody a fist bump.

“How you been, man?” Seth asked.

“I’m good, thanks,” Jey replied.

“Glad you guys decided to come with us.”Naomi teased.

Jey rolled his eyes playfully and responded, “Yeah, yeah, I know." Where are we going.

“We’re going to Korean BBQ! Damian and Rhea found this amazing place,” it’s supposed to be the best in town. Roman said.

Jey felt his stomach rumble at the thought of sizzling meat and savory flavors. “Sounds great! Let’s go, then!”

With a renewed sense of anticipation, the group made their way towards the exit, laughter and chatter filling the air as they headed out for an evening of good food and great company.

Everyone arrived at the restaurant and spotted Damian and Rhea in a booth. They walked over to join them.

“Hey, glad you guys made it!” Damian said, scooting down to make room.

“Yeah, especially you, Jey,” Rhea added teasing him. “Me and Jimmy almost had to beg him to come,” Sami said, causing everyone to chuckle.

Jey playfully rolled his eyes. “I’m here, aren’t I?” he said.

“Hello! I’ll be your server today. Do you guys want to start off with drinks?” the waiter asked.

“Yeah, um, I’ll have sweet tea,” Damian said.

“I’ll have sweet tea too, but with a lemon,” Solo added.

“I’ll take a Sprite,” Rhea said.

“I’ll have lemonade,” Jimmy chimed in.

“Me too,” Jey agreed.

“I’ll just have water,” Sami said.

“I’ll have the same,” Naomi replied.

“I’ll also take a Coca-Cola,” Seth said.

“I'll have one as well,” Roman added.

“Okay, I’ll be back with your drinks,” the waiter said, tucking his pad into his pocket and walie away.

Sami looked at the menu and asked, “What’s everyone in the mood for?” Damian chimed in, “How about we go for chicken, beef, some rice, and ramen?” Naomi nodded, “That sounds great!” Everyone agreed. Just then, the waiter brought over their drinks and asked, “Here are your drinks. Are you guys ready to order?” Damian replied, “Yep, we’ll take chicken, beef, rice, ramen, and veggies.” The waiter nodded writing down on the pad and headed back.

While everyone was chatting to kill time, Jey zoned out and started looking around the restaurant. His gaze landed on someone who really caught his eye— a stunning person with snow-white skin and Native American roots. They seemed a bit mixed, and Jey couldn't figure out if they were a guy or a girl, but one thing was for sure they were absolutely gorgeous.

"Hey, Jey, you okay?" Sami asked, noticing his distant expression.

“Um, yeah, I’m fine,” Jey replied, snapping back to reality.

“What are you looking at?” Jimmy questioned, scanning the room to figure out where Jey's gaze had landed.

“Nothing, I was just thinking,” Jey said. Just then, the waiter returned, saying, “Here’s your guys food,” as he placed the dishes in front of them and turned on the grill.

“Thanks you” everyone said in unison, and they all started to dig into their meals.

Jey still couldn’t keep his eyes off the person in the restaurant. He noticed they were wearing a baggy anime T-shirt paired with loose cargo pants adorned with chains. For some reason, their calm demeanor captivated him, drawing him in even further.

“Jey!” Rhea called, breaking his trance.

“Huh?” Jey responded, blinking as he snapped back to reality.

“You’re going to burn the food,” Sami remarked, glancing at the grill, which was starting to sizzle dangerously.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Jimmy added, studying Jey’s distracted expression with concern.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Jey assured them, taking the food off the grill, though his mind still lingered on the intriguing figure across the room. He glanced back just in time to see the person getting up from their table and walking out of the restaurant.

A sudden wave of urgency washed over him as he wanted to move, but his body felt frozen. By the time he registered what was happening, the person was gone.

“Hey Jey, there’s a friend of Jade’s that lives in New York I think you’d like,” Naomi said, breaking the silence.

Jey sighed, “I told you not to set me up on dates. I don’t want to go.”

“Come on, Jey! You can’t just keep moping around,” Jimmy urged, leaning forward.

“They're right,” Roman chimed in.

“If you go on this one, I promise not to set you up again.”. Naomi said

“Fine,” Jey relented, returning to his food but still lost in thought about that captivating person. As he picked at his dinner, he couldn’t shake the image of them from his mind, wondering if he’d ever see them again. The laughter and warmth of his friends faded into the background as he replayed that brief moment over and over.

[beautifulfuckup99]

Can I request a Drabble of yoongi fucking you in the middle of like a college party? Like blatantly in front of a circle people just casually screwing you? It’s been on my mind for a while but I can’t think of the scenario fully for it TT

I understand the frustration, lol. I'll take it from here...

Title: Keep me calm...

Warning(s): Public S!x (Obviously lol), D!rty Talk, Voyeur!sm, Curs!ng, Dom!Yoongi, Sub!Y/N, R!ding, Orga$m Den!al, Creamp!e, Possessive/Aggressive S!x, and I will give you some fluff to top it all off lol

Author's Note: "Non-Idol!AU". I really hope you enjoy it, babe!

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"Y/N." The call of your name cuts through the thick tension between you and the guy who was now pressed against you while you gripped the drinks in your hands. You turn your head and spot your best friend sat on the couch, looking impatient.

"Uh... Excuse me." You smile sheepishly and rush off towards the couch. "Sorry. I'm back." You sigh and hand him his drink. He frowns and shifts a bit in his seat.

"This party's shit." He says bluntly and you roll your eyes.

"Yoongi. This is our chance to make ourselves known! This is COLLEGE! The time to be social and get out there. We need to make friends." You say. "More friends, Yoongi. We need to make MORE friends." You clarify the second Yoongi opens his mouth. He closes it with a slight glare and huff.

"Just sit back and lets get tipsy enough to enjoy ourselves!" You declare with a bright smile as if trying to save tonight. You two clink glasses and down the alcohol in them. It helps fuzz your brain long enough to get up and try pulling Yoongi up to dance, but he refuses, acting as dead weight.

You giggle and back away from the couch, swaying your hips when you feel it. A sharp slap to your ass cheek, so hard that it makes you jump. And Yoongi notices. That's what scares you more.

Yoongi might've been five-foot nine, but that man fought like he was seven feet tall. He was always quick to anger, and the last thing you wanted was for him to get up at this party and knock some random frat boy's teeth in. You rush over to him fast and place your hands on his chest as he tries to stand up, making him grab your waist. He looks over your shoulder at the guy.

"You think that's fucking funny? Hm?" He snaps at the guy who laughs while holding up his hands.

"It's a nice-looking ass, man." The asshole defends and you have to get in Yoongi's way again as you try to distract him fast.

"Yoongi! Breathe. He's not worth it!" You say as you rub his chest while he continues trying to move away from you, eyes trained on the guy in front of him who's still laughing and telling him to 'chill'.

"Y/N, move!" Yoongi orders.

"No! Come on, Yoongi, sit down!" You practically beg as you grab at his face to make him look at you. "Don't make me act like one of those cringy main character girls who say 'look at me', and 'this isn't you'..." You fuss and Yoongi finally looks at you.

"Let's go then." He orders and you frown.

"Yoongi, come on. The night is still young-" He cuts you off.

"Fine. You wanna stay? And you want me to calm down? Make me." He orders and you open your mouth in confusion before he sits on the couch and yanks you to his lap. You're stunned by the actions of your friend.

He holds your back to his chest and his face goes to your neck to begin kissing and licking along your skin. Your eyes widen at the actions, and you pant softly while trying to keep your mind from going blank. "Wha-What-" You're cut off once more by Yoongi pulling your hips, so you're sat directly on his crutch.

"Either we leave... Or I knock that asshole's teeth in." He growls in your ear as you shiver.

"N-No." You pant.

"Then distract me." He orders lowly as he grips your thighs that were barely covered by your short dress. His rough hands glide along your soft skin as your face goes red. His slender fingers wiggle between your clenched thighs and he pries your legs apart.

"H-Here?" You gasp instantly as realization dawns on you. You're on a couch, in a dimly lit frat house party, with tons of people around. Yeah, there was loud music and people were high and/or drunk and probably wouldn't realize Yoongi's hand was now between your legs-oh! Oh, his hand was right between your legs...

You moan as your head rolls back on to his shoulder while he rubs his palm into your already moist crutch, your clit throbbing against the attention. You can't stop yourself from pushing harder against his hand as he laughs lowly in your ear.

"You were saying?" He taunts in your ear as you squeak in response. You look around the room and spot some random dude leaned against the wall, eyeing you. You blush as you try closing your legs only to be met with I sharp swat to your inner thigh. "Keep them fucking open. Let him see." Yoongi whispers and you pant more, eyes rolling shut at the idea of this random guy watching you grind on your best guy friend's hand.

Yoongi's other hand pulls the top of your dress down a bit more and gropes your breast to tease your nipple while his other hand disappears into your underwear.

"Keep looking at him. Let him know who you belong to." Yoongi pants, you can feel him getting harder beneth your ass. Grinding against his hand meant rubbing against his bulge. Made you feel trapped. Ya know, between a rock and a hard place?

Before you can even mentally laugh at the dumb joke, you're pulled from your own head by a rough tug to your nipple, making you moan louder. Thank god for the loud music. "Look. At. Him..." Yoongi orders and you whine softly but do just that, being used by Yoongi as this stranger licks his lips and nudges his buddy to also watch you get finger fucked.

You ride Yoongi's three fingers, just leaking the more new eyes fell onto you. A few people blush and avert their eyes while others leave the area, but a few people... They stay. Not daring to stop the free show.

"Oh! Oh! Oh my god..." You moan, getting close already.

"You're gonna cum?" Yoongi whispers in your ear and you nod fast as you grind down faster.

"Yes! Please! Almost..." You practically cry out, only to be halted right at the edge. "Wha... What are you doing?!" You complain as you reach down to try and get yourself relief.

"Did I say you could cum?" Yoongi whispers as he stops you roughly, pinning your hands behind you. A few guys snicker at the sight of you whining over being denied.

"N-No..." You say as you pout while only looking at Yoongi.

"Then you can't fucking cum." He says like you're dumb as he grabs your face roughly. "I own this body tonight. It listens to me." He whispers before he leans back on the couch.

"Get my cock out. Feels fucking painful against my jeans." He huffs and you make quick work of undoing the button on his pants as those guys continue watching from across the room, but no one says anything, not wanting to break the tension clearly between you and Yoongi.

You pull his throbbing member out and Yoongi makes you look up at him. "Sit on it." He orders and you can't stop the moan that comes from your lips. You nod fast and get up only to be forced down on his lap by his strong arms. He sits you right on his cock with a low growl and you don't know what's better. The way Yoongi grips your waist as he makes you ride him, or the hunger in those strangers' eyes as they watch on like you're their favorite show.

"Got all eyes on you now, Y/N..." Yoongi taunts in your ear as you clench around his cock at that fact. "You like that?" He whispers and you moan his name as a response, the only response your brain can come up with, that is.

"You know what I like?" He pants. "That everyone on campus... Is gonna know... That you're mine after this." He growls in your ear as you can't help but fall back against his chest and grind your hips down on his cock.

"I'm gonna ruin you for anyone else." He whispers in your ear, and it makes you shiver. He pushes you forward, and you fall on to the coffee table, so you're bent over it now.

"Ruin me..." You gasp out as he grabs your hips hard. You watch as those guys across the room are starting to palm at their dicks while some others just take their cocks out, the pain of their stiff cocks pressing against their pants being too much to bear.

Yoongi slams you back against his cock and you press your forehead against the cold coffee table to hide your face till you feel his hand tangle in your hair. "Look at them. Poor fucks. Jerking it to what they can't have. Isn't that sad?" Yoongi mutters in your ear and you blush hard. "Show them how you take my cock." He says as he smacks your ass. You can't help but give him what he wants, moaning his name loudly.

His other hand travels between your legs, rubbing your clit as your eyes roll. You can barely hear the music anymore. You're so far gone thanks to the cock plowing you fast and hard. It only brings you closer to the edge. "You're so fucking tight..." Yoongi growls and you shiver.

"I-I have to cum!" You cry out, not wanting to be denied again. Yoongi makes you look at him.

"Ask me if you can cum..." He smirks and you nod fast.

"Yes! Yes... C-Can I cum, Yoongi?" You gasp out.

"Master..." He taunts against your quivering lips, and you blush hard at the request.

"Can I c-cum? Mm... M-Master? Please! C-Can I please cum, Master?!" You cry out as he hits your spot relentlessly.

"Cum! Cum, Y/N. My good fuck-toy..." He praises as he turns your head so you're only looking at him. You knew why. He wanted to be the only one to see you cum. That thought alone, sends you over the edge.

You cum hard around his cock and he pumps faster in and out of you as he holds you in place. "You're mine." He grunts. "I'm gonna make sure you're mine." He pants and you open your mouth only to be met with the answer to your unspoken question when you feel the first few spurts of cum seep into you. It makes you moan more.

You're both a panting mess, and you're blinking to try and get your eyesight back to normal when Yoongi kisses your ear. "Can we leave now?" He pants softly in your ear, and you blush sheepishly at that, mind floating on cloud nine right now. You nod, unable to find your voice. He smirks and covers you up before fixing himself and then scooping you up.

[banjomelodies]

I'm redoing my Junpei post thing because I worded some of it wrong.

I wish they gave more breaks in between all of the harassing of the girls for like, Junpei being openly protective or kind to them, like he is to Kotone in Portable. It seems like all of his "Respect Women" things in Reload goes to the majority of his Chidori interactions, which, I don't really care that much, I love JunDori as much as the next guy, but. In Portable, at least if you do his social link, you get so much good stuff of him genuinely not harassing a girl and actually having like, a conversation, a good conversation. I wanted that in Reload. With him literally hunting down the guy who was peeping on Kotone in P.E, how he immediately jumps to calm her down when you pick fearful dialogue, his immediate regret in saying stuff to you (Yeah some of his comments can be read as sexist towards her, like his whole complex at the start where he can't believe Kotone became the leader when a man (him) was right there, but you know, Mitsuru shut him up real quick). Obviously this dialogue can't be with Kotone because for some reason she was removed (Atlus make a Kotone DLC or something I beg of you. I miss my girl) but still!! I genuinely can't recall if he has any of those moments and that's not great. Considering I've been playing both Portable and Reload somewhat simultaneously for like, the last few months (only really started Portable recently for Kotone, so her social links are still fresh in the mind. I'm currently on the "love hotel" shadow).

I just wish he had more of those moments outside of Chidori, you know? He became one of those characters where I just sigh and spray him with a water bottle whenever he spoke (Before what felt like his big turning point at least). I still love the guy, don't get me wrong, the verbally sexual character archetype really doesn't bother me, I mean come on, a lot of my favorites ARE that Archetype to even more extremes. But gods would I KILL for him to have a really wholesome chat. Trust me this is not a cancel Junpei or a hate post, it'd be really hypocritical of me to only criticize Junpei when there's a LOT of characters that do this, some I even like, I just really want him to have what Ryuji had, where there's a lot of good moments beyond the comments he makes to people. Give him some of his Portable moments, I beg. 😭 I'm just noticing a lot of differences between Portable and Reload purely because of his lack of social link with Kotone. His social link made him feel a lot easier to swallow, because then it's just, okay, so you're not always like that! That's good!

[pray4saint]

hi! it’s my birthday in 2 days and i was wondering if u could do gnf birthday sex hcs that include rough and soft sweet sex! tysm 🩵🩵

gnf & the perfect gift (reader's birthday)

masterlist & descrip. rated r. 16+. afab!reader. birthday sex.

a/n. this is so sweet ofc!! [this was released 2 days after i got the request]

♡ one where he's soft..

your sweet boyfriend george, who whispered you a promised second gift after you'd opened the wrapped box from him and turned around to hug him

he waited patiently for everyone to leave although he did keep you on his hip all evening; pressing gentle kisses to the backs of your hands, rubbing small circles into the small of your back whenever he found his hand lingering there, holding one of your hands with both of his when you sat next to him

slowly walking you back to the bedroom while you talked about how wonderful the party was and how you loved all the gifts you got, humming yes to all of your boasts

george who carefully undresses the two of you and absolutely worships your body every step of the way

”georgie..” you whine, and he can see the pout on your lips from where he's placed, looking up at you from between your breasts. ”please come up here? wanna feel you.” your boyfriend smirks against your skin and kisses you again there. ”be patient love. i promise i'm gonna take good care of you, alright?” you nod frantically, letting your hands fall back against the sheets from their spot in his hair.

he starts between your thighs, leaving dark marks as he works his way to your cunt

this man holds your hand while he makes out with your pussy, knowing that every time you squeeze his hand, it's just a sign that he's doing good

when you cum on his tongue, he gives you a few minutes to catch your breath and calm down as he kneads the flesh of your thighs

”you did so good darling. can you give me another?” you look down at him, breathing still heavy. ”i don't, i don't know if i can.” george's fingers helicopter just over your clit and he looks up at you through hooded eyes. ”please my dear? jus'wanna make your birthday perfect, okay?” ”fine.” you couldn't help yourself, giving in to him.

coos into your ear, nibbling and kissing the skin around it as his fingers fuck in and out of you, your moans echoing throughout the room

uses his other hand to tease your nipples while you rest in his chest

praises into your ear as you cum on his hand, and begs for one more orgasm from you, this time on his cock and as always, you give in

♡ one where he's rough..

george, who was prepared well in advance and told you a week before your birthday that he would to have his way with you that night

”wh-” you turned to him, ”what?" ”you heard me love.” he gave you a quick smile and a tap on your bum as if it was so casual what he'd just said a moment ago.

rougher, more desperate george who ushers everyone out at 10pm sharp, waving them off with you standing just in front of him, your eyes bright and big with a huge smile while his eyes keep flicking down to your ass

when you turn around with a sigh, george is quick to capture your lips in a heated kiss, closing the door behind you and you gasp into his mouth

he taps your legs and you jump up, your legs wrapping around his middle while his hands hold the undersides of your thighs and he carries you back to the bedroom, barely ever separating your lips from his

absolutely is tearing your clothes off, nuzzling his head into your neck as he gets your pants/shorts/skirt off, leaving dark circles along the exposed skin

relishes in the pretty sounds you make as he moves his hands down, settling just over your underwear

”god, fuck, george..” you mewled as his fingers pulled against your walls, quick pace set while he licked and sucked around your nipples. ”take it for me love. i know you can.” you only nod in response, another moan ripped from your body. ”that's it darling,” he pushes another finger into your cunt, ”take another one f'me.” you scream and george shushes you, all while your fingers dig deeper into his arm.

george who keeps fucking you through your orgasm, telling you that you're no where near done for the night

your boyfriend removes his fingers from your sex to his mouth, licking around the digits. ”georgie please, no more..” ”no love, you're gonna be good and take a few more for me, right? wouldn't wanna ruin your birthday present, right?” he cooed at you, and you think it over, nodding your head. ”that's my perfect little angel. happy birthday darling.” he told you as he moved to position himself between your legs, his cock prodding hard against your hole.

also i just know he keeps your hands pinned above your head, right into the sheets as he mumbled how good you took it for him, how gorgeous you looked under him and how he knew you were enjoying your gift from just how many times you'd come undone on his fingers and on his dick

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[sublimecatgalaxy]

steve walking in on sister!reader and eddie doing the nasty👀

Writing this because it's easy but ALSO because yes. This must be a thing LMAO.

"Eddie- fuck." I cry out, reaching up to grip my headboard, my other hand slipping under the blanket to grip onto Eddie's hair, loving the feeling of his curls between my fingers. He laps quickly at my clit, unrelenting and moaning louder than I am, loving the feeling of my thighs clenching around his head.

His hand flattens me to the bed, my hips wanting nothing but to jump against his lips. His free hand works at sliding two fingers in and out of me at a painfully slow pace, teasing me and begging me to call out his name.

I bite at my lip, my knuckles hurting as I clench the headboard above me, not wanting to disturb anyone else in the house; most importantly Steve. He's never been Eddie's biggest fan though they have a mutual interest, (other than me) that being Dustin. They're always amicable and nice when they're forced together but nothing could prepare me for how Steve could possibly react to Eddie and I seeing each other in more ways than one.

"Hey sis, I just- OH MY GOD." I freeze in my place, clutching the blankets to my chest as Eddie pulls away from me but stays hidden under the blankets. Steve just hides his face and waves his hand at me frantically, a stuttered laugh leaving my lips as I assess the situation. Fuck. "Jesus Christ, Y/N who is it- who's under there?!" Steve yells, his hands moving away from his face when he sees that I'm covered but his eyes are quick to move to the familiar Hellfire shirt that sits at the end of my bed. I grab onto it quickly, slipping it over my head and I clutch the blanket to me, fearful and anxious. Steve's bright red and extremely angry but more curious to know who I'm hiding especially since I'm known to tell him everything.

Eddie's hesitant but eventually he slips out from under the covers, awkwardly wiping his lips before sending Steve a half-assed wave.

"Oh my god- really Munson?" Steve huffs, running angry hands through his hair as Eddie leans back into the headboard behind us. "I told you she was off limits." Steve chastises, pointing his finger at the man beside me with conviction.

"I most definitely am not off limits." I snicker, watching Steve cringe in disgust and Eddie's fist reaches over to fist bump me teasingly. "This is not good- you two are literally the same human! There's two of you, you're together and you're fu-" He cuts himself off with an exaggerated gag but I just grin, knowing that his words are completley on point.

Eddie and I are insanely similar and it's definitely the biggest annoyance to everyone that has to come into contact with us when we're together. But it's also what makes us so good together.

"Now that you know, could you see yourself out?" I ask, pointing towards the door and Steve cringes, pointing between the two of us with a sigh, the words falling short on the tip of his tongue. Eddie chuckles and wraps an arm around my shoulder before shouting as Steve trips out of the room.

"Yeah, man, we were kind of in the middle of something!"

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[thatblackravenclaw]

Bad Kitty

Masterlist

author note: the reader is black cat but there is no name or skin tone described in this fic.

Peter Parker x fem!Black Cat!reader

word count: 945

warning(s): smut, being tied (webbed) up, oral (fem receiving), fingering, reader is called a good girl, peter calls reader mommy, switch reader and switch peter, light choking, porn with little plot, cursing

“Here kitty kitty kitty” I hear him say in a demeaning, teasing tone.

“Catcalling, are we?” I ask without turning around.

“Seems to be the only way I can get your attention.”

“You always have my have attention, hun.”

“Is that so?”

“It is.” I say while doing a cat-like strut towards him. Once I’m in front of him I lean in until I’m about 3 inches from his mask-covered lips. “So, what is it you want Spider-Man?”

“Since you’ve finished your mission, I was wondering if you’d like to come over tonight?”

“Sorry Spider, I have prior plans.” I respond before doing a back cartwheel, my foot narrowly missing his face, before I hop on the ledge. “Hopefully I’ll see you around though. I always enjoy our little chats,” and then I jump off.

-.-.-.-.-

I really need to patch this up.

“Babe?” I hear from the front door.

“In the bedroom!” I respond while putting his suit back in the drawer with mine.

“Hey, I missed you.” He whispers in my ear as he wraps his arms around my waist and kisses my cheek.

“Is that so?” I tease.

“It is. Even if you have been a bad cat today.”

“What? What have I done?” I say feigning innocence and turning around in his arms so I can face him.  

“You should know better than to not play those types of games while we’re on the job.”

I proceed to push him on to the bed with my index finger and then seductively crawl on top of him. I nuzzle against his nose before placing a light kiss on his lips.

“Aww, but I love to play.”

“Well, that’s just too bad.” He says. Next thing I know, my arms and legs are webbed to the bed. “It was real cute, what you did on the roof, but now you’re mine.”

He slowly raises my shirt above my tits. My head buzzing with anticipation.

His hands slowly caress my sides, leaving goosebumps in its wake. I try to control my breathing, but the farther south his hands go, the more I lose control.

He kisses both of my cheeks before kissing my lips. Once I respond back, he deepens the kiss. His lips move down to my neck until he gets to my most sensitive spot. I let out a sigh as he sucks and nibbles until he’s satisfied with the color he’s left.

I feel my nipples harden against the tension in the room and the feeling of his lips lightly and teasingly on my sternum. I grow more wet, and I start to squirm and try and gather some friction.

He pulls away and lets out a laugh. Not playful or teasingly, but so dark I feel a shiver go down my spine.

“Thought you liked to play?”

I hold back a remark, knowing the reward is going to be worth it.

“Hm. I probably should’ve undressed you first. Guess I’m just gonna have to-“ and then he rips my fucking shorts. I want to be mad, but then he starts to glide his fingers over my pussy that I didn’t realize was also throbbing with my heartbeat.

“Such pretty panties. Too bad you’re ruining them. I haven’t even done anything to you yet and you’re soaked.”

I feel his breath on my clothed pussy before he licks up to my clit. The groan he lets out almost makes me beg him to do something. Almost.

“Now be a good kitty while I eat my dinner.”

He rips off my underwear and I feel a quick chill from the air before his tongue is between my labia before flicking my clit. I sob which he takes as a sign to continue his kitten licks. I cry from the pleasure.

“Baby, please. I’m sorry just please. I need you inside me.”

He parts from me. A string connecting his bottom lip and my pussy.

“I would baby, but I’m not finished.”

His fingers he wets two fingers with my arousal before dipping them inside of me. I raise my hips to reach his thrusts.

“I don’t think you understand how pretty you look when you’re submissive. All spread out. Just for me.”

He picks up the pace and I can’t contain my moans anymore. His fingers just shy of my g-spot. I hear the squelching of my juices with each thrust.

“PLEASE! I’ll do anything baby please” I cry out.

“Anything?”

“YES!” I moan out with a gasp. I try to move my thighs to squeeze around him, but to no avail due to the webs.

“Then cum.”

His lips wrap around my clit, and he sucks, hard. My legs shake and I feel his free arm wrap around one of my thighs. He adds another finger inside of me and starts going at an inhuman speed.

“oh my- FUCK” I shout and then I see white. My body shivers as I go through aftershocks.

Peter lets go of clit and places a light kiss making my squirm. His fingers stroking my insides at a slower pace as he works me through my orgasm.

“Such a good girl.” He says before licking up my cum. I keen from the praise.

I calm my breathing while he cuts me loose from the webs.

He lays down next to me, lightly kissing whatever skin he can.

“How do you feel?” He asks.

I let out a content sigh before responding. “Amazing.”

I then roll on top of him into a straddle. His eyes widen as I wrap my hand around his neck.

“Now it’s my turn to play. You gonna behave?”

“Yes, mommy.”

[vampireninjabunnies-blog]

Fluffy Friday

Don't know if fluffy Friday is a thing already but my last few wipes and blurbs have all been downers. So now it is.

Here is a little fluff featuring John and Esther.

Tagging @inafieldofdaisies @strangefable @socially-awkward-skeleton @direwombat @detectivelokis @hopecountyisforlovers @voidika @aceghosts @baldurrs and anyone else I missed

Esther chuckled as John impatiently paced around the room. He hated the clinic almost as much as he hated waiting.

"Why is it taking so long?" He huffed finally sitting down beside her, idly playing with the stirrups on the exam bed she was laying on.

"They have other patients hummingbird. Besides it's only been ten minutes. Relax."

He sighed forcing himself to calm down. "I guess but Cohen is one of us. Why couldn't he just come to the house?"

"It's a good thing to have members of the project help out in the community." She reached over to stroke his cheek. He leaned into her hand.

"I know, I know." He put his hand on her stomach. Rubbing the small bump that had started to show there. The first visible proof of the tiny life growing inside.

He was about to say something when Dr. Cohen walked in. "Well how are we feeling today Esther?"

"We're doing alright Rajesh. Although I still can't seem to keep anything down for long. And someone's a little antsy."

Rajesh smiled warmly at John. "Totally normal. Most first time fathers are." He turned his attention back to Esther. "And the nausea should pass soon but I can give you something for it just in case."

John sat back, resting his hands on his knees, not listening as they talked. Refusing to look at the good doctor. Rajesh made him uncomfortable. He always expected to find hate burning in those green eyes when they looked at him. But he never did. His handsome face was marred by several deep scars, though his clothes hid the far deeper scars that littered his tall frame. Scars that John had given him.

Rajesh had joined the project not long after he and Esther had gotten married and his confession hadn't gone well. John had been manic, frenzied and had gone much too far. He hadn't meant to hurt him so badly. He really hadn't. It was only by the grace of God that Esther had wandered in, looking for him. Her own confession, if you could really call it that had been a tender, gentle moment that Joseph surely wouldn't have approved of.

She'd never seen what it could be, he remembered the horrified look on her face before she jumped forward to stop him from inflicting more harm. Calling for help her quick action had saved Rajesh's life. But John had been certain at the time that she'd leave, once she'd learned what a monster he truly was.

But she hadn't left him. She hadn't even seemed to be afraid of him. She'd soothed and comforted him. Told him he wasn't a monster, that he just needed help and begged him to please let her help him. Now here she was sitting with a man who should hate him but didn't, preparing to give him a gift John hadn't even realized he wanted. Something he'd assumed he could never have.

"John? Hummingbird...look."

Her voice pulled him back to the present. He'd been so lost in his thoughts he didn't notice Rajesh begin the ultrasound.

"That's your baby." Rajesh looked back at him. "Perfectly healthy."

He grabbed Esther's hand, squeezing a bit tighter than he should, staring in awe at the image on the screen. At this tiny little miracle God had decided to bless them with.

"You okay John?"

He looked down at Esther, finding in her dark eyes the same love he always found there. And just nodded, fighting back tears of joy. Feeling his heart swell with a depth of love he hadn't known he was capable of feeling. For their baby. For this woman who had without asking for a single thing in return, given him the whole world with her heart.