#trin answers

[adrift-in-thyme]

Can I hear your thoughts on this panel?

I feel that Hyrule looking at Legend as Four says that is important somehow... What do you think?

Hmmm

Well one thing I’ve noticed in the last couple of updates is Hyrule and Legend have been around each other A LOT

Practically ever since Hyrule finished healing Twilight and helping Four they’ve been hanging around each other. In close proximity too. Which, given that Legend usually only stands close to the people he trusts (principally Sky) is a big deal.

If Dawn pt. 5 is any indication, it seems that Hyrule is mostly initiating this lol

But Legend is letting him

Excuse me while I fangirl over the downfall duo for a moment. ALDNDLSDJSLDNSL THE BROTHERS EVER

Ahem ok let’s continue

Now, I’m overdue for a LU reread so correct me if I’m wrong BUT I seem to recall that they’ve never stayed this close to each other before. Could just be that they take comfort in one another’s presence. Seeing the panel you shared, though, I’m gonna say it’s more than that.

Idk if they’ve figured out their place in the timeline yet (I’m assuming not due to how everyone acted in Timeline Talk pt. 1). That doesn’t mean, however, that they haven’t begun to guess. Jojo has hinted at many interactions that the Links have had offscreen. Plus, Legend and Hyrule met up before they ran into the others. They’ve had time to get to know each other. I guarantee they’ve got suspicions about their places in time.

Which leads me to believe Hyrule is afraid of losing Legend. He must have figured out that Legend was a hero sometime before his journey began. Meaning, somewhere along the way he perished and the darkness he struggled so hard against spread over Hyrule anew. With Twilight just having escaped death (plus the cryptic comments he continues to make regarding Time’s fate), I’m sure untimely demises are on Hyrule’s mind.

I don’t think he knows Legend’s fate (unless there’s something in his games that hints toward the previous hero’s fate). But I believe he wants to. I can’t be the only one who sees the striking similarities between Legend and Time. He likely came to the realization that a guy like Legend will most likely die a wanderer or a warrior (doesn’t mean he did. I don’t like to think he did. One blorbo with a tragic end is enough XD But still). And being a hero and Legend’s friend he’s wondering if maybe, just maybe he can change that.

If it’s possible to know a future occurrence, it could be possible to transform it, right?

All image credits to @linkeduniverse

[telemna-hyelle]

TELLIE I’M FINALLY WATCHING FRUITS BASKET

It popped on on my recommended shows and I was like hey why not? It’s so good so far!!!

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

[skyward-floored]

I haven’t actually played Hyrule Warriors yet but you should know that every time I hear or read anything about it (or about Warriors for that matter) I’m like “ah yeah that’s the Link who’s a dragon! Poor little guy went through it. Pretty awesome powers though”

…and then I realize it’s not canon 😭

Well it is to me but still

I mean. Technically. There’s nothing in the game that directly opposes the possibility that Volga is Link’s dad.

Going into hdw au I knew Impa was definitely not his canon mom; she’s too young and there’s pretty much nothing to even suggest she might be, but with Volga?? I mean the first weapon you can get for Link beside his sword is a fire rod. That he’s obviously very skilled with and has a fire dragon attack. And Link and Volga often face off, and their hair color is actually pretty close, and they both have a pridefulness to them that shows itself in varying levels—

...All I’m saying is that I would totally believe it if Volga was actually in-canon Link’s dad.

[melodious-oblivion]

Emma Hayes is known for the pain cave thing though. Like she will play some players into the ground then never give others a run around. Jess carter played nearly every single minute of last season, on top of all the lionesses matches, in different positions because of a combo of injury and poor management. It is something I worried about when they announced her (the us will win, and a lot, with her, but honestly you will sometimes look at the players like 😬😬😬 with her)

And we won, and we won big, and now we have two years. And when the question became “now do they rest?” with Trin the answer was no and calling her up to sell tickets (?) despite it being a friendly. Soph’s ankle was fucked and now she’ll thankfully have a break. Whatever is going on with Mal as well, whether it’s physical or mental health related or something else, she’s getting a break. There are things on the other side of the pain cave, and I don’t like it.

(While I’m on the topic the April window should be gotten rid of)

[ladye-zelda]

HIIII LADYE

How are you doing?

HI TRIN!!!!!

I'm doing okay. I still feel a little sick (apparently I had the flu pretty badly) but I think this time it's just allergies 😅

How are you doing???

[same-name-supremacy]

just popping in to say HOLY SHIT justine trin and harriet are SERIOUSLY such gender envy. holy shit. transition goals to the MAX

OH NICE! Gender envy.. I do kinda wanna look like Trin too! Anyway good luck on your transition

[trins-picrew-blog]

Do you know any picrewa with a lot of options? I need one for making alters from our system

These two posts of mine should work!

https://www.tumblr.com/trins-picrew-blog/714229331246891008/toon-me-b-plus-sized-picrew-love-it-it-has-a?source=share

idk why the first one isn't showing properly

[thewholecrew]

@deathvisited said: [ KISS ]: sender pins receiver against the wall and kisses them passionately. / seb & trin

it was crazy for trinity to think about her life before sebastian had become her bodyguard. to think of the people she surrounded herself with -- mean girls she just thought she had to pretend to be friends with in order to have a life in the high society she was forced to live in. see that was the problem, she thought she had to live this way, to keep herself and her hobbies hidden because those around her wouldn't understand. would mock her, scoff at it and brush off her interests. why make something when you can just buy something better? they would probably ask.

she didn't have to worry about that anymore. after having sebastian by her side her life as she knew it had kind of blown up. she no longer wished to pretend to be friends with girls who didn't have her best interest at heart. mean girls. though she'd definitely been one growing up she didn't like it, had been trying to change for years. slowly she had been able to cultivate friends who shared similar interests, who were nice and fun and non-judgemental. sebastian had introduced her to some, here at the event they were at.

not only had he been protecting her, he had become a close friend (as well as fuck buddy? master?) she wasn't quite sure the right term but, he'd helped open her very small narrowminded world up to so much and she was grateful for that. the event they were at however was quite overwhelming for her. trinity wouldn't say she was a prude by any means but she had never experienced such sexual freedom and vulnerability. she, herself was dressed moderately but the men and woman around were quite a sight. she tried not to gawk as she held tightly to sebastians hand.

she was both nervous and excited, this just another check off her list, a new adventure and again, most of the people here seemed to be genuine, non-judgemental, fun and caring. a far cry from the rich snobs she had grown up with. she could never imagine anyone she knew in highschool coming to this, or even giving it a second thought. trin would have been shunned for sure. after exploring the dungeon, sebastian lead her down an empty hallway, checking in on her as he always did. it was hard for her heart not to flutter when he'd touch her cheek or tilt her chin up. offer her that beatific smile that felt like the sun beaming down on her, that had her practically blossom beneath it.

"i'm okay," she promised softly, dark doe eyes shining up at him. "just a lot to take in, but... your friends seem really nice." it was hard for her to concentrate though as his thumb brushed along her bottom lip, mouth parting as her cheeks grew rosy and her lashes fluttered. she had been tempted to close her lips around it before he drew her up as he met her in a kiss. it was always a coin toss to whether he would be soft with her or not and both were desired. his mouth started soft against hers before his hand slid from her chin to her throat as he backed her against the wall. she gave a gasp against his lips before a soft whimper escaped, her hands raising to grip tightly to his shirt.

somewhere in the back of her mind she knew they were in public and she had been beyond paranoid about it. she didn't wish for him to get fired since he was still her bodyguard but no one who knew her would know she was here with him. no one here would care. her face grew hot as his tongue slid between her lips and his hand teased her by petting along her throat. it had her dizzy as she gave herself to him with a quiet moan. she should be embarrassed, she thought, for falling apart so easily in public but of all places.. but then he pulled away to leave her in a daze, doe eyes swirling with desire as she panted softly. that devious grin he offered her had her shiver. they could leave now, she thought, she'd very much like to be alone with him to see just what wicked ideas he had in store.

[the-travelling-witch]

Hi Holly! How are you hun?

For the self ship game 💕 and 💔 for you and Belphie (Obey Me) and Xiao (Genshin)

i’m doing okay, trying not to get life get to me, so same old really; what about you? <3

💕: Who’s the clingier one in the relationship?

Xiao

[answered here]

Is it a surprise to anyone if I say Belphie? No, it’s not? Well there’s your answer haha. But for real, Belphie’s one hell of a clingy demon, his sin and being the youngest of his brothers enabling him; not that I mind though, I’m welcoming the physical affection with open arms literally

Most of the time, he’s asleep; I know, another shocker. Even if we start up awake, just cuddling while watching a movie or talking, it’s never too long until he drifts off. He really fights it at times, trying desperately to stay awake and not succumb to the pull of sloth but he’s fighting a losing battle. With me running my fingers through his hair, the rhythmic rise and fall of my chest and my steady heartbeat as a lullaby, Belphie is out like a light before you can say pillow. (“Do I look like a body pillow to you?” - “Mhm, the comfiest one.”). But it’s okay, he’s really cute dozing off like that and being all comfy with him usually sends me right into a much needed nap as well (Belphie, the weighted blanket demon ^^).

“You really need to sleep more. Come here and nap with me.”

“Sure sure, I’ll be right there.”

But his clinginess doesn’t just pertain to cuddling and napping. Belphie has the tendency to just lean on me (and drape his entire weight onto me) when we’re standing somewhere or sit as close to me as possible when given the chance. If we’re out and about he’s also prone to wrapping his arm around my waist, leaning his head on my shoulder, hugging me from behind or holding hands.

“You’re pretty big on pda, I was really surprised. Any reason for that?”

“No reason” *glares at a demon over my shoulder*

[this is where we proceed into jealous! belphie territory]

💔: Is it hard being away from each other?

Well it’s said that absence makes the heart grow fonder but my heart is already plenty fond, so no absence please >///<

I do think it depends on the kind of absence it is; could we come see each other when we want to or are we separated not by choice? Because I think getting a bit of distance every now and then and giving each other space regularly is important; i wouldn’t want to suffocate my partner after all <3 But if it’s not up to us, it’s a different story—

Xiao is used to being alone and so am I tbh, so you might think we’d do well being apart from one another and to a certain degree we are. But now that we have had a taste of affection and all the (physical) comfort that comes from it, being denied that is like being thrown into cold water. So while we’re okay on a surface level, we still feel like something’s missing. At least, we have to know that the other is doing okay, if nothing else.

“Today I found a wild glaze lily blooming near the inn. I wish I could have shown it to you.”

“Let’s check it out once I’m back.”

Belphie… is playing the role of the youngest brother once more. If asked about it, he’s not going to reveal his full annoyance about me being back in the human realm but he’s huffing every other second and pouting basically all the time. On more than one night he’s sent me messages about how he can’t fall asleep without me and I’m always there to reply right away because I can’t either; once you get used to a deadweight lying on you, there’s no going to sleep without it. But talking on the phone helps lessen the heartache a little (I don’t want to count how often we fell asleep on call and I woke up to my phone being dead). But being a witch and all, a summoning spell solves a lot of problems.~

“Next time warn me before summoning me out of the blue.”

“You literally just whined my ear off about how you can’t sleep; we both know you’re super pleased with this situation.���

[self-ship ask game]

[boneblushed]

And, boy, you got her

synopsis Rafe’s in charge of the pledges during Rush Week. Hazing isn’t a thing. Making you feel so high school is.

wc 3.6K

a/n omgggg Euro Trip Rafe <3333 I was living on pledgetok last week and just couldn’t not write something about it

“Holy shit,” Noah mutters, surveying the crowd over his red cup, “I swear they get scrawnier every single year.”

Rafe nods gravely, taking a pull of his beer. “It’s fucking grim.”

“Like — fuck, look at those two.” Noah gestures toward the shaded veranda, a fresh coat of gloss making its balustrades shine. Huddled in one corner, attempting to take up as little space as possible, two boys donning UNC merch survey the crowd in tandem. “We weren’t that fucking scraggy as freshman, were we?”

“You two weren’t,” Kelce snorts, coming up behind them. Topper brings up his rear, mid-bite of his loaded hotdog. “Thornton definitely was though.”

“Oi!” Topper protests, his words garbled by half chewed sausage. “S’wasn’t that bad. C’mon.” He turns to Rafe then, swallowing his mouthful. “But seriously, you locked in any potentials?”

Rafe furrows his brow thoughtfully, looking back over Delta Chi’s yard. Unsurprisingly, it’s far too early to say. Though the barbecue that they’re hosting is a good way for pledges to mingle, it isn’t exactly hazing material; they’re going to have to get creative.

“Maybe,” he replies finally, shrugging. “We’ll just have to see I guess.”

He tips back his red cup again, swallowing the last dregs of beer before acquiescing. As he’s about to announce his need for a refill, a few pledges sidle up to their group, looking hopeful.

Not overtly, of course. Painstakingly hiding their eagerness behind an armour of insouciance.

“Rafe,” the tallest of the three greets, handing him another red cup. The golden liquid inside it brims to the surface, its white foam dissolving in mocking. “Hey, bro. You need another?”

Rafe raises his eyebrows, hiding a grin. “Shit. Table service already?”

The boy grins in tandem, looking a little sheepish. “Big fan, man. I’m Dylan.” He motions at the two guys on either side of him, wearing matching squints and backwards caps. “This is Rahul and Xav, we’re all here from Trinity.”

“Durham and Chapel Hill?” Noah enquires, whistling approvingly when they nod. “Fuck, we used to love having away games there. Those Trin cheerleaders…”

“Haha, shit, what was that chic’s name again?” Rafe asks then, a pull of mirth as he turns to Noah. “The one you messed around with in junior year?”

“Blake,” Noah answers, groaning in a mock-wistful sort of way. “They didn’t make ‘em like her at the Academy.”

Rafe snorts, sending the pledges a sage glance. “Nah. They made ‘em better.”

Noah raises his eyebrows, his brown eyes glinting with amusement. “Oh, so we are allowed to objectify your girl then, Cameron?”

“Damn, so you’re tied down?” Xavier pipes up, his voice gravelly and low on purpose. Overtly masculine, like he’s trying hard to be red-blooded. “Your girl doesn’t mind you partying?”

Rafe frowns. “Why would she mind?”

“Uh,” Xavier balks, pulling at the bill of his backwards cap, “shit. I don’t know… like, doesn’t she get pissed that you’re constantly around sorority girls?”

“HA —” Topper laughs, and then he falters, thwarted by Rafe’s warning glower. “Uh.” He scratches the back of his neck. “Let’s just say Cameron doesn’t give her any reasons to be suspicious.”

“Because he’s obsessed with her,” Noah adds, unperturbed by Rafe’s expression. He pauses then, an amusing idea popping into his head. “Which means…” he continues, returning Rafe’s glare with a trust me one of his own, “you guys should be too.”

Rafe doesn’t trust him. Like, at all. He sends him a bewildered look, unsure where he’s going with this. “White — what?”

Noah ignores him. He downs his beer and crushes the red cup in his hand, deftly aiming it at the nearest bag of trash. “So,” he says, eyeing the three pledges with interest. “How serious are you guys about rushing Delt?”

“Pretty serious, bro,” Rahul answers, looking to his friends for support. “Think we got a shot?”

Noah throws his arm around Rafe’s neck, his strong bicep taut as he shoots them a grin. “Depends, man, I might know how we could figure that out though.” He begins to steer Rafe away from them, sending one last, faux-somber look over his shoulder. “Be right back, yeah?”

Rafe, whose bewilderment is quickly giving way curiosity, allows himself to be marshalled out of earshot without complaints.

He shrugs Noah off of him once they’re on the verandah, his features ever-bemused as he turns toward him. “The fuck was that about?”

“Bro, I know exactly how we’re going to haze these motherfuckers,” Noah replies, his voice lilted with mirth. “You know… without breaking any rules.”

The bewildered expression on Rafe’s face doesn’t acquiesce. “Okay… how?”

“Instead of getting them to be our bitches,” he answers, a mischievous grin making home on his features. “We’re going to get them to be our girlfriends’ bitches.”

Rafe frowns. “Bro. What?”

“Cameron, it’s perfect.” He swipes Rafe’s beer from his hand and takes a generous pull. “What do frat guys hate more than being called scrawny as fuck?”

“Uh. Doing assignments?” Rafe answers blankly, still frowning. He doesn’t have it in him to think too hard about Noah’s profferance. He’s on hour two of manning this boring event, hour four since he bid you farewell, and all Rafe can bear to think about right now is the imminent taste of your peach-scented lips.

Noah shakes his head. “No, dumbass. Being called a simp.”

“Wrong,” Rafe answers, “I don’t mind that shit at all.”

“You’re the exception,” Noah replies matter-of-factly. “You and Y/N have always been the exception. C’mon, I’m talking about us,” he places his palm over his breastbone solemnly, “mere mortals.”

Rafe narrows his eyes. “Fuck off. How would that even work?”

“We…” Noah pauses to think, a slightly furrow to his brow, “alright, I got it. We assign the pledges to our girlfriends, one by one. Give them a week to make a good impression — you know, carry their bags, buy them flowers, all that sentimental crap you love.”

“You really think the guys’ll agree to this?” Rafe asks, sounding reluctant. “I mean… I don’t know if I’m alright with a bunch of idiots holding doors for my girl.”

“But you’re an idiot that holds a door for your girl,” Noah answers, not missing a beat.

“Fuck off, White.”

“I’m serious. It’ll be funny. And look… if you’re worried about Y/N, I know she’ll find it adorable as fuck.”

Rafe shakes his head. “No way. She didn’t find high-school me adorable.”

Noah raises his eyebrows skeptically. “You’d be surprised, man. Besides, these guys aren’t going to be like high-school you. High-school you was a douchebag.”

“A douchebag who got the girl.”

“A douchebag who got the girl after he stopped acting like a douchebag.” Noah smirks then. “A douchebag who’d give all these fuckers a run for their money if he was pledging Delt this year.”

Rafe grins in tandem, stealing his beer back to take a big swig. “Alright, shit, alright. Harmless shit though, right? Chivalry and all that?”

“Harmless as hell,” Noah agrees. “C’mon. You really think any of these guys has the balls to make a pass at one of our girls?”

“Easy for you to say, White. You don’t fucking have a girl.”

Noah frowns. “What d’you mean? Aren’t we going halves on Y/N?”

“Holy fuck, Noah,” Rafe groans, almost spitting out his mouthful of beer. “If Y/N heard the shit you said when she wasn’t around, she’d probably kill you.”

“Nah,” Noah replies, seemingly unperturbed. “She loves me.”

“Well,” Rafe says grimly, crushing his own empty cup in his head. “She might do now, but she sure as hell won’t by the end of this week.”

—

The first time it happens, you’re understandably perplexed.

You’re en-route to your 9AM, bag strap denting your left shoulder, when a stranger falls into your step and swipes it from your figure. It’s a motion so quick and deft you initially think you’re getting mugged.

As you double back in bewilderment, he proffers, “you alright with this?”

“Uh.” You balk. “What?”

“Your bag,” he answers, readjusting it on his own shoulder. He seems earnest. Nervous, even. “It looked heavy. I can carry it to class for you, if you want?”

You allow a pause to take him in.

“No, I’m…” another pause, more of his demeanour on display. Backwards cap, crisp white polo shirt, smile lines exposing the ghost of a grin on his face. A familiar grin, the kind that pulls a soft, maudlin feeling from your ribcage. “Look, if you’re trying to hit on me —”

“No, no,” he interrupts quickly, his eyes widening in a panic. “Shit — no, don’t tell Cameron I’m hitting on you. I’m just…”

“Wait a minute,” your eyes narrow accusatorially, because of course he’s behind this chivalrous display, “you know my boyfriend?”

The stranger grimaces sheepishly. “Uh. Yeah.”

“Explain.”

“It’s… uh… well — basically, I’m pledging Delt,” he answers haltingly, self effacement juxtaposing his frat boy exterior. “Rafe’s asked us to be all gentlemanly and shit for pledge week, I don’t know. To you guys, I mean. Like… the current frat member’s girls?”

“Oh my god,” you groan. “No he hasn’t.”

“Shit.” He looks far more nervous now that he did five minutes ago. “He didn’t tell you?”

“No,” you grumble, pulling your phone out of your pocket. “No he did not.”

Rafe’s on speed dial. He picks up on the first ring, the way he always does for you.

“Hey baby,” his gravelly timbre crackles through the phone, the low hum of frat house chatter audible in the background. “What’s up?”

“Don’t even. You know what’s up Rafael.”

A pause. When Rafe speaks again, his voice is quick and placating. “It was Noah’s idea.”

“Of course it was.”

“Dylan’s not playing up, is he?”

You raise your eyebrows at the stranger then, assessing him faux-suspiciously. “No way. He’s doing a better job than you ever did in high school.”

“Woah woah woah,” Rafe replies, a playful lilt to his tone. “That fucker’s not calling you dream girl or something, is he?”

“Worse. He’s being respectful of my boundaries.”

“Oh shit. I fucking knew this was a bad idea.”

You shake your head in exasperation, trying not to laugh. The poor stranger’s still standing there at attention, your leather bag looking ridiculous on his arm. “Rafe. Tell me he’s the only one.”

“He’s one…” Rafe starts slowly, sounding sheepish, “of three. Four, counting me.” In the background, you hear Noah pipe up and add, “five, Cameron. How could you forget me?”

“You’re un-fucking-believable, Noah White,” you shout through the phone.

“I love you too, Y/N,” Noah sings, and then he groans, no doubt shoved to the side by his indignant best friend. It’s Rafe on the phone again, voice sweet and thick as molasses as he says, “they’ll behave, baby, and make your life easier in the process. I promise.”

“What?” You accuse, fighting back a smile. “Like you did in high school?”

“Fuck no,” he replies, the grin on his face audible. “They’ll be nothing like I was, sweetheart.”

“What?” You tease. “Absolutely insufferable?”

“And absolutely in love with you.”

You raise your eyebrows. “How can you be so sure?”

“They’re under strict instruction. Have a shiner waiting for them if they pull something funny.”

Another exasperated laugh bubbles out of you, and you begin walking forward again, motioning at the boy named Dylan to follow in your step. “Right. So the boundaries are on purpose, are they?”

“The respect, too. No being inappropriate and charming at the same time.”

“And why not?” You ask faux-indignantly. “What if I like being objectified?”

“Can’t have you falling in love with them, can I?”

“Hey,” you argue, frowning stubbornly. “That is not what made me fall in love with you.”

“It isn’t?”

“Well,” you balk, “not solely that.”

“You’re fucking sexy,” he recites devotedly, almost yells, and you can hear the collective groan of his frat brothers in the background. “Are you wearing those Lululemon pants right now? Point is, I’m thinking about your ass in those Lululemon pants right now.”

“Rafe, I was fucking kidding. Stop.”

“No you weren’t.” You know he’s right; you can picture that stupid smirk on his face. It makes your cheeks warm. Asshole. “You’re blushing now, aren’t you?”

“Anyway.”

“Anyway,” Rafe agrees. “No funny business, alright? Just lots of good deeds.”

Good deeds. You suppose you could get used to good deeds, the embarrassment of attention notwithstanding.

You let out a defeated sigh, halting in front of your 9AM class. “You so, so owe me.”

“I so, so love you,” Rafe replies, and it makes your pulse leap; you’ll never get used to this feeling. “See you later, yeah?”

“Uh huh. Love you.”

Dylan waits until you’ve ended the call before saying farewell, dutifully handing your leather bag back to you and giving you a mock salute. The way he does it, all sheepish and genuine with a charming smile on his face, makes your heart twinge in a junior year of high-school sort of way. You’re feeling sentimental. It’s sweet.

You’re reminded of Rafe before he was yours, stumbling over himself to win your favour. Confusing chivalry with courting, objectifying you in the name of flirting.

Insufferable, but sweet nonetheless. You digress.

—

The next time it happens, you’re ambushed at your favourite cafe.

A dutiful Delta Phi pledge has already queued up and purchased you coffee, handing it over to you with a blushing bouquet of tulips.

You raise your eyebrows at him questioningly. “Is that…?”

“Uh, an oat iced coffee with vanilla?” He asks, sounding nervous. “I asked Cameron for your order.”

“Didn’t ask me about pastries, though,” a voice behind you adds, rough and familiar with a sweetness around the edges. Rafe circles your waist with ease and pulls you into his chest, sponging a soft kiss to your temple before handing you a brown bag.

A glossy, Daily Bread sticker shines on its exterior proudly.

Your eyes widen in surprise, and you look up at him expectantly. “Tell me you didn’t drive back home for a single croissant.”

“I didn’t drive back home for a single croissant,” Rafe replies. He grins then, looking that same, sheepish genuine that pulls a maudlin feeling. “I drove back home for twenty.”

“Rafe. Why?”

“Because you like Daily Bread,” he replies matter-of-factly, like it’s obvious.

You shake your head in exasperation, tip-toeing up to press a quick kiss to his lips. It becomes less quick against better judgement. He tastes like spearmint gum and cold brew, the hand he has held to your waist tightening ever so slightly. Slipping under your shirt, massaging the soft skin he finds there expertly, discreetly. Too much for 8am on a Wednesday morning, sans coffee. Your face feels on fire. You pull away in a hurry.

Meanwhile, the freshman pledge balks at the exchange, looking out of place.

Rafe frowns bemusedly at your diffidence, only clocking the reason when you nod over at him.

“I’ll walk her over Ben,” he says, dismissing him. “You’re off the hook, bro.”

“Shit.” The boy named Ben grimaces; he needs to get his hours in, and doesn’t deem this a fair ambush. He scrambles for an excuse. “Right. Can I still give her the flowers?”

“Of course you can,” you beam, accepting them gratefully. You look up at Rafe then, asking, “And if I want to walk with Benjamin?”

Rafe grins down at you, disbelieving. “Do you, baby?”

“As a matter of fact, yes,” you say, wriggling out of his grasp. “He got me flowers.”

Rafe falters, his eyes widening in surprise. “Sweetheart, I got you a croissant.”

“Ben got me a coffee,” you hedge. “And flowers.”

“Y/N,” he placates.

“Rafael,” you echo, unperturbed by his exasperation. You take a sip your coffee. “I’ll see you later, okay? Ben’s ticking off a good deed this morning.”

Poor Ben looks helpless, taking the brunt of Rafe’s glare as you motion for him to hold the door for you.

“C’mon Ben, we’re going to be late.”

“But…” Ben pauses, his eyes flitting to Rafe nervously. “This is fine, right?”

Rafe sighs, drawing his bottom lip between his teeth in defeat. “Yeah, bro. You’re good.” He looks to you, then. “You’re unbelievable.”

You smile sweetly. “I’m wearing the Lulu leggings.”

“Oh I noticed,” Rafe replies, his blue eyes falling down your figure in slow, reverent paces. “It’s why I want to be the one holding the door for you.”

You roll your eyes. “Men only want one thing.”

Rafe grins. “Yeah. You.”

—

By the end of the week, you’re more used to the chivalry than you’re willing to admit.

You’ve enjoyed free iced lattes and filled your dorm with gorgeous bouquets, no door left unopened and no walk to class left unescorted. And really, every pledge you’ve come across has been pleasant and unassuming, albeit absolutely terrified of Rafe and therefore extra obliging on instinct.

They’ve even offered to do favours for you, got you into sought after Pilates classes and done last minute grocery runs on your behalf. It’s put you in this constant state of mild exasperation, like you can’t believe you’re worthy of this much love and chivalry.

It’s exactly the way you felt back in high-school with Rafe, and this revelation pulls lots of funny feelings from your stomach, from your chest. Feelings you’ve forgotten that are all yours and all his. Because it’s strange, having someone other than Rafe taking care of you. (Or Noah.) It’s strange because it makes you realise just how much he adored you back in the day.

These emotions come to a head at the pledge week closing bash, Delta Phi lit up with fluorescent lights in technicolour. Inebriation ensues, beer pong follows, and an impromptu DJ deck plays endless songs with heavy bass.

Rafe Cameron has you pulled close, as always, the taut muscle of his forearm pressing heat to your exposed waist. You’re a few drinks down and hyperaware of his proximity, ankles touching, thighs too, torsos close with your head resting on his shoulder.

“I think I like Dylan the best,” you announce suddenly.

“Yeah?” Rafe asks, kneading your skin absentmindedly.

You nod. “He’s sweet. Told me all about his girl back home.”

Rafe grins then, shaking his head bemusedly. “You’re such a sucker for love, sweetheart.”

“Hey!” You glare up at him faux-incensed, looking accusatory. “So are you!”

“Shhhh,” Rafe murmurs playfully. “Not so loud, you’ll fuck up my street cred.”

You scoff. “Since when do you care about street cred?”

“Shit, you’re right,” Rafe agrees easily, leaning down to draw your lips in for a kiss. He’s all patchouli and musk, beer on his tongue and unchaste intentions in his touch. When he pulls away, his lips are still an inch from yours, his voice rougher than it was a second ago, “I don’t care. Like, at fucking all.”

“Good,” Noah snorts from behind him. “‘Cause you never had any to begin with, bro.”

“There you are,” you say then, eyeing Noah over Rafe’s shoulder. There’s a mock accusatory expression on your face, softened by mirth and the alcohol on your lips. “Have you been hiding from me, White?”

Noah grins sheepishly, taking a pull of his beer. “Maybe.”

You narrow your eyes. “Tell me. When did you become worse than Rafael?”

“I didn’t become worse!” Noah insists. “He just became better. You know, after he got the girl.”

You make a face. “Smooth.”

“Hey,” Noah raises his arms in surrender, looking faux-somber, “someone’s gotta teach the next generation, don’t they? I’m committed to their education.” He raises his eyebrows then, a mischievous glint in his eye. “C’mon, don’t act like you didn’t love it.”

Rafe grins. “She totally fucking loved it.”

You aim a glare at the pair of them, failing miserably at hiding your amusement. “So maybe I didn’t mind it. Sue me.”

“Of course you loved it,” Noah says, throwing his arm around you and pulling you into his side. “You love Cameron, don’t you?”

You narrow your eyes. “Opinions vary.”

“You love me?” Noah tries.

“You fucking wish.”

“Everyone fucking wishes,” Rafe says then, throwing his arm around you too, your figure wedged between the pair of them. Frat boy sandwich, you think tiredly. If high-school you could see you now, you’re pretty sure she’d have an aneurysm. “Especially when you’re in Lululemon.”

“Rafe.”

“I’m kidding. Not really. They all love you, you know that, yeah?”

You look up at him questioningly. “The pledges?”

“Uh huh,” Rafe replies, raising his eyebrows at you. “This is what I was afraid of, you know.”

“What?” You ask, lifting yours in tandem.

“Everyone falling in love with you, like I did in high school.”

You scrunch up your nose at him, your cheeks warming in diffidence. “No one’s fallen in love with me, don’t be silly.”

“I have,” Noah pipes up unhelpfully.

“Shut up, Noah. I saw you talking to Georgia just before.”

Noah grins, pulling away and offering you a mock salute. “Guilty as charged.” He turns to survey the crowd, spotting her figure on the fairy-light lit porch. “Speaking of…”

And he’s gone before you’re able to tease him any further, leaving Rafe to guide you out of his side and into his chest. You wrap your arms around his neck, his hands exerting a warm, steady pressure into the curve of your waist.

“As I was saying,” you continue, frowning up at him playfully. “No one’s fallen in love with me.”

Rafe’s unconvinced. His gaze skates down your figure again, a tortured groan falling from his throat. “Have you seen you, sweetheart?”

You roll your eyes, face hot and self conscious. “And even if they have,” you add, “it doesn’t matter.”

Rafe raises his eyebrows. “It doesn’t?”

“No way. Because I’m in love with you, not any of them.”

Rafe grins then, a devastatingly handsome look on his face. “I’ll never get used to hearing that.”

“I’ll never get used to saying it.”

[raya-hunter01]

The Suite Life

Jey Uso One-shot

Pairing: Jey Uso X OC (Sheena)

Warning: Smut, fingering, Oral, Window sex, blojob, pool table sex and more..

Sheena works for the WWE as a photographer and her boyfriend Jey Uso has just won the world title. While they have been secretive about their relationship, Jey makes his intentions clear for the night. Her. Him...His suite and he doesn't care who knows it.

WrestleMania 41

Allegiant Stadium

"Hey, Sheena," Jey said, his voice barely above a whisper, "Can you believe this?" Jey asked holding up his newly won World Heavyweight Championship.

Her eyes, a warm chocolate brown, met his, and she offered a shy congratulations.  “I believe it because I know how hard you work, and you deserve it.”

The weight of their shared secret was palpable, the unspoken words of love and pride hanging in the air. She began to snap away, capturing the raw emotion of his victory. Each click of the camera was a silent promise that this was their moment, even if the world didn't know it yet.

Their connection was magnetic, drawing them closer with every passing second. But before they could share more than a knowing smile, the director's voice boomed over the speakers, summoning Jey for the post-match interviews. He looked at her, his heart heavy with the knowledge that their private victory celebration would have to wait.

He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear, and whispered, "Tonight, I want to celebrate with just you." Sheena felt a blush spread across her cheeks, and she ducked her head, trying to hide her smile.

She knew what he meant, and the thought of spending an uninterrupted night with him sent a thrill through her. She looked up, meeting his gaze, and said, "Maybe."

The word was barely out of her mouth before he pulled her closer, his voice a low growl. "Damn what everyone else thinks," he murmured, "I need you wit me." His intensity was like a storm, unyielding and all-consuming. Sheena's heart skipped a beat, but she knew the price of fame was high, and their relationship was too precious to be a public spectacle.

With a heavy sigh, she nodded, and Jey leaned in to kiss her, a brief but fiery promise of what was to come. Before their lips could meet, a firm hand on his shoulder tugged him away.  Damn, things were really about to get more chaotic now than they were already.

After cleaning up, Sheena made her way to the bus, her thoughts a jumble of excitement and nerves. As she found a quiet spot at the back, she pulled out her phone to distract herself, hoping the buzz of the celebrations would drown out the racing thoughts in her head.

A few aisles up, Jey couldn't tear his eyes away from his phone. Trin had sent him a video she had taken earlier. His heart raced at the sight of Sheena, so alive and vibrant, surrounded by his friends and family cheering him on. Seeing her like this, unfiltered and carefree, made him realize just how much he loved her.

He couldn't take it anymore, the secrecy and stolen moments. With a grunt, he shoved the phone into his pocket and made his way down the aisle of the bustling bus. Sheena sat in the back, swaddled in a blanket, her eyes glued to the passing scenery.

As he approached, she looked up, her eyes widening in surprise. "Jey," she whispered, a hint of excitement in her voice. He didn't answer, instead sliding into the seat beside her and wrapping a strong arm around her shoulders. She leaned into him, her body fitting against his. The warmth of his embrace was all she needed to feel safe, but the tension between them was undeniable.

The bus vibrated with the bass from the music playing upfront, muffling their conversation. "You looked amazing out there," she said, her voice barely above the din. "Thanks," he murmured, his eyes never leaving hers.

They sat in silence for a while, the bus's movement lulling them into a sense of privacy amidst the chaos. Jey's thumb traced circles on her bare skin, sending shivers down her spine.

The anticipation was a live wire between them, a silent promise of what was to come. He leaned in, his breath warm against her neck, and whispered, "I want you to be the first thing I see when I wake up in da mornin’."

Her pulse quickened at his words. She knew what he meant, and she wanted it too. But the fear of what could happen if their relationship went public was a weight on her heart. She leaned back into him, her eyes fluttering shut as she took a deep breath. "Jey," she whispered, "we can't. You know why."

He sighed, his frustration evident. He was single, his ex-wife and him had quietly divorced last year but it wasn’t the world’s business. Sheena had been a constant bright light in his life for years as a friend and six months ago they decided to quietly test the waters. Privacy meant the world to her and to Jey. He didn’t want any more backlash like the Jaida situation.

 But he knew she was right. For now, they had to keep their love hidden from the prying eyes of the world until the time was right…Thing was Jey felt like the time was right, but he wasn't going to pressure Sheena about it.

 With a gentle squeeze of her shoulder, he nodded, his eyes full of understanding. "I know," he murmured, kissing her forehead softly. "But tonight, you’re mine."

Her eyes searched his, and she found the same desperation reflected in their depths. Six months of yearning had built a pressure between them, threatening to spill over like a dam about to burst. Sheena bit her lip, weighing the risks against the reward.

The bus was dark, the music from the front a dull throb that didn't quite reach them. The shadows danced around them, offering a semblance of privacy amidst the chaos.

With a nod, she leaned in, her breath warm against his ear. "Okay," she whispered, "I'll stay with you tonight." Jey felt the tension in his body uncoil at her words. He slid his hand up her thigh, brushing his fingertips against the fabric of her skirt. “Thank you, baby.”

 Sheena's breath hitched, as she looked around nervously. “They ain't payin' us no attention, Sheena,” he whispered as his hand moved under her shirt, his calloused thumb tracing circles around her breast. Sheena's eyes fluttered closed, her mouth parting in a silent gasp. He took her earlobe between his teeth, nibbling gently as his other hand slipped under her skirt. "I can't wait."

The bus jolted over a pothole, and she let out a small moan that was drowned out by the music. “What if someone hears?”

“Good….They’ll know you’re mine.” With that declaration, Jey's hand found her wetness, and she tensed, her thighs quivering. “Uhm, Jey,” she gasps as he slid a finger inside her, his movements slow and deliberate.

Sheena's grip on the armrest tightened, her nails digging into the plush fabric. "Call me Joshua," he murmured, his voice a dark caress.

Her eyes snapped open, and she looked at him, the intensity of their shared secret burning in her gaze. "Joshua," she breathed, and his name on her lips sent a jolt of pleasure through him. He picked up the pace, his finger curling inside her as she squirmed in her seat. The darkness of the bus swallowed them, their private moment of celebration unbeknownst to the rest of their coworkers and friends.

The world outside the bus faded away, and all that mattered was the feel of her skin under his touch. Sheena's breathing grew ragged, her moans muffled by her hand.

Jey watched her face, his own desire a mirror to hers. The sight of her pleasure was his undoing, and he whispered, "You're going to come for me now, baby."

Her eyes rolled back, and she bit her lip to stifle a scream. Her body convulsed around his finger, her orgasm ripping through her like a tidal wave. "Joshua," she moaned, her voice hoarse.

He groaned, his own need now painfully apparent. "Good girl," he murmured, kissing her neck. "I can't wait to feel that around my dick." Sheena's cheeks burned with arousal and embarrassment at his words. But she couldn't deny the ache between her legs, the desperate need for more.

The bus pulled into the hotel parking lot, and the reality of their situation crashed down upon them. They had to be careful, had to keep their love a secret. But for tonight, in the quiet of a hotel room, they could be free.

Jey helped her up, his hand lingering on her waist. They made their way through the partying wrestlers, their eyes locked. They stepped onto the elevator and as soon as the doors closed, he couldn't hold back any longer.

Jey pushed Sheena against the wall, his mouth claiming hers in a kiss that was desperate and hungry. His hands roamed over her curves, leaving trails of fire in their wake. Sheena's own hands found their way to his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart as she melted into his embrace.

The elevator chimed, and the doors slid open. They reluctantly parted, passing a couple in the hall trying to act normally. The urgency in their kisses resumed as Jey unlocked the door pulling her inside, their bodies pressed together, their breathing ragged.

The multi room suite, beautiful and spacious. The king-sized bed beckoning them from the next room, but Jey had other ideas. He led her to the floor-to-ceiling window, the lights of the city glittering below them like a million stars. “It’s so pretty,” Sheena gasped has Jey kissed her neck, his breath hot against her skin.

"Not as pretty as you. I swear since I been here," he murmured, "You all I been thinkin’ bout,” he whispered placing her hands on the glass.

“Yea?”

“Yea…. Making love to you against this window, the city lights shinin’ bright, all dat shit. Got ya’ boy feelin’ all romantic n shit. Thinkin’ bout how I’mma make love and fuck you all over this fuckin’ suite," He whispered against her ear, masterfully removing her shirt and bra as Sheena blushed.

Her body facing the window, her trembling hands reached back and traced the outline of his erection, her own insecurities whispering in the back of her mind. But as she felt his clothed hard dick pressing against her, she knew he wasn't lying. “Yea, touch it…Feel what you do to me..Only you get me like this.”

She gasped, her eyes meeting his in the reflection of the window. "Do you mean it?" she asked, her voice a breathless whisper. Jey's eyes blazed with sincerity as he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear.

"Baby, when I say I want you, I mean all of you." His voice was gruff with desire, his hand sliding around to cup her ample breast. Sheena's breath hitched at his words, the warmth of his palm sending a jolt of pleasure through her body.

In the glass, their reflection was a passion personified. Jey's muscular form loomed over her, his hands exploring her curves in appreciation. Sheena couldn't help but feel beautiful, the way his eyes devoured her as if she were the only woman in the world.

The moan that escaped from her lips was raw and unfiltered, a testament to the depth of her desire. His hand slipped down to her thighs, teasing her through the damp lace fabric covering her aching pussy.

 "Don’t you feel that?" he asked, his voice growling low as Sheena arched her back, her ass rubbing up against his dick. Sheena nodded, her eyes never leaving the reflection of their entwined bodies.

“Mmm, it’s so hard.”

"It's all for you, baby. All because of you."

“All for me,” she repeated taking in the moment of them about to consummate their relationship as Jey caressed her stomach.

Sheena’s hand hovered over his, the urge to pull it away almost overwhelming. She had always been self-conscious about her belly, and her thighs. "Jey," she started, her voice shaky as she looked back at him. "I don't know if..."

He silenced her with a kiss, his hand still exploring the sensitive skin. "You're perfect," he murmured against her lips, "Every single inch."

His thumb brushed her clit, and she gasped. "Don't hide from me," he whispered, his voice full of longing. "I want all of you….Love all of you..Now move dem hands and put’em back where I had’em."

His declaration and demand setting Sheena on fire and with trembling hands, she placed her palms back against the cool glass. The city lights twinkled around them, a stark contrast to the heat building between her thighs. He stepped back, his eyes never leaving hers as he unbuckled his belt.

 The sound echoed through the suite, and she felt a thrill of excitement. Sheena had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet so wanted.

"Open for me," Jey said, his voice a velvet command. Sheena's legs parted like the red sea, her heart hammering in her chest. He watched her in the mirror, her eyes wide with want, as he peeled off his shirt.

The muscles of his chest and arms flexed a sculpted masterpiece of dedication and passion. "Do you want me, as bad as I want you, Sheena?" he murmured, his voice a dark promise.

Her response was a throaty moan, her eyes locked on his. He took a step closer and shivered with anticipation. "Yes, so bad," she breathed, the word a soft sigh that seemed to fill the room. His hands slid to his pants, the button popping open with a satisfying click as Sheena blushed. "Keep watchin' baby, all this is yours," he whispered.

“It's all mine,” Sheena whispered in awe, her heat racing as he smirked. "All yours and don’t forget dat shit."

The anticipation thick and heavy as his dick sprang free, thick and proud, and she couldn't help but stare. The veins bulged and pulsed with his desire, and she felt a thrill of trepidation mingle with her lust.

He caught her gaze in the reflection, noticing the worry in her eyes. "Don't be scared," he said softly, his hand wrapping around his dick. "You can take it."

He stroked himself gently, showing her the size of his arousal. "Do you trust me?" he asked, his voice a low rumble. Sheena nodded, she knew that with him, she was safe. "I trust you."

Pleased with her answer, Jey stepped out of his pants, his eyes never leaving hers in the window. "I'mma make you feel so good," he assured her, his voice thick with promise. "I'mma talk you through it..I'll always talk you through it, baby." His thumb circled the head of his cock, a bead of precum glistening in the soft light.

The sight of him, so confident and in control, sent a shiver down her spine. "Yes, please talk me through it," she pleaded, her voice barely audible.

He stepped closer, his warm breath ghosting over her neck as his hands found her hips, guiding her closer to the glass. She felt his excitement pressing against her, and she couldn't help but let out a needy whine.

"Look at us," he murmured, his hands moving to her breasts. He watched her in the reflection of the glass window, his eyes dark with lust. Sheena's breath fogged the glass as she leaned back, her palms flat against the cool surface as Jey sank to his knees.

His hands sliding her skirt and panties down, revealing her glistening wetness. He groaned, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. "Waited so long for this," he said, his voice thick with desire.  

“Sorry, I made you wait so long.” Sheena's legs trembled, as she hovered over his mouth.

“Good things come to those who wait.” Jey leaned in, his breath hot against her thigh. "Can I taste you?" he asked, his eyes glinting with mischief as he looked up at her. Sheena nodded, unable to form coherent words.

"Say it..Say I can taste you," he demanded, his hand slipping between her thighs. Sheena's voice a shaky whisper. "Yes, please."

With a grin, he kissed her inner thigh once again, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. Sheena's knees buckled, and she braced herself against the window. “Yea…Keep’em right there fo’me.”

He kissed his way up, closer to her center, his tongue tracing a path that made her quiver. She watched as he licked his lips, his eyes never leaving hers. "You know this my pussy now, don't you?" he asked, his voice a low purr.

Sheena nodded frantically, her breath hitching as he finally made contact with her clit. He circled it with the tip of his tongue, teasing and taunting until she was panting for more.

"Oou shit," she whimpered, her voice a mix of pleasure and praise "Keep going, baby."

Jey's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he complied, his tongue delving deeper into her folds. Sheena's hips rolled, her body moving instinctively with the rhythm he set. “Mmhm, just like that.”

 The sound of his mouth working her, the wet, sloppy noises of his tongue against her flesh, filled the room and sent her spiraling closer to the edge.

"Oh, oh, oh," she chanted, her eyes squeezed shut as the orgasm began to build. "Jey, don’t stop."

Her words spurred him on, his movements growing more fervent. He slid two fingers inside her, pumping them in and out as he sucked on her clit. Sheena's thighs quivered, and she gripped the windowsill tightly, her feet digging into the plush carpet beneath her.

Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, her body convulsing as she came. She felt the warm rush of her juices spill onto his face, his mouth and nose buried in her pussy. He groaned, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure through her. He held her in place, licking and sucking until the tremors subsided.

When she looked down, her eyes widened in amazement, as he swallowed her essence. “Mm, I knew you’d taste sweet,” he murmured standing, his dick throbbing with need. Jey grabbed Sheena by the hair, pulling her head back, and claimed her mouth in a bruising kiss.

Sheena could taste herself on his lips, a heady mix of salt and sweetness. His tongue danced with hers, a silent declaration of ownership. She moaned into his mouth, her body already craving more.

"You taste so good, baby," he murmured, his voice a dark promise. "I can't wait to be inside you."  Sheena's heart raced as she saw the raw desire in his gaze.

 "I want you to watch me take you," he murmured, his voice a dark promise. "I want you to see how much I love you." he rasped.

Her knees felt weak as she felt the coldness of the pane, a stark contrast to the heat of his body against hers. His hand wrapped around her neck, not tight enough to choke but just enough to make her feel his power, his dominance.

With a gentle nudge, he positioned his dick at her entrance, her juices already coating him. "You ready for me?" he growled. Sheena nodded, her eyes half-lidded with desire. “Mmm, yes..I need it."

"Fuck you look so pretty, the world bout to know you mine. I'm tired of hidin' what we are to each other."

"Tired of hiding," Sheena gasped as Jey entered her slowly, his cock stretching her pussy inch by inch. She gasped, He felt like heaven, so big, so hard. “I'mma tell the world they can't have you,” Jey groaned.

“The world,” she cried out as he slipped deeper inside her.

"The whole world, baby...Now take dis dick….It's all just for you," he whispered, his voice a seductive purr.

"Mmm, I'mma take it for my champ," Sheena whined licking her lips as her word ignited something feral in Jey.

"Yea...Take it for your champ baby...I'm all yours."

Sheena cried out scratching at the window as Jey kissed her neck. "Look up baby,” he whispered his kisses moving to her ear as their eyes meet through the reflection of the glass, the city lights casting a beautiful background. "I got you, baby," he murmured, his eyes never leaving hers.

“I know,” she whispered relaxing as he moaned. "There you go...Relax...You can do this." He pushed in further, her walls stretching to accommodate his size. Sheena cried out, a mix of pleasure and pain as he bottomed out.

“Uh! Baby!” Sheena moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head.

"Uh huh…All up in dat pussy. You feel it?”

“Yes, God yes,” she panted. “Look at us," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "We were made for each other." Sheena's eyes fluttered open, as she stared at their reflection and the beautiful city lights, her body moving in time with his. It was a strange, exhilarating feeling, to be so exposed yet so hidden.

With each thrust, she felt herself falling deeper, the orgasm building like a storm in her belly. "Oh, Jey," she moaned, her voice a desperate plea.

"Takin’ it all, like my good girl. I knew you could," he growled, his hips slapping against her ass. "Take it all."

“Shit! Joshua!”

“Yea, its Joshua…Yo’ Joshua,” Jey growled as Sheena’s orgasm crashed over her, body convulsing around him, her pussy clenching tightly. A primal moan escaping his lips as she came undone. "I ain't done wit you yet, fuck you feel so good. Give me another one."

Jey's grip tightened on her hips as he turned her around, her back now pressed against the cool glass. Their eyes met, her brown eyes dark with passion, his casting a fiery storm. "You're mine," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "Forever."

"I’m yours," she moaned, her heart skipping a beat at his words. The city lights blurred as he began to fuck her in earnest, his hips snapping into her with a ferocity that was almost terrifying.

Sheena felt like she was floating, her legs wrapping around his waist to hold on as he claimed her against the window.

"What are you doing to me?" she gasped, her nails raking down his back as she felt the beginnings of another orgasm. His mouth found hers in a brutal kiss, his teeth grazing her lower lip. "Making you mine," he murmured against her mouth, his tongue delving deep. "Every inch..... Every breath.... Every beat of your heart….Mine."

"Yours-”

"Writin' my name all up in dis pussy cause’ it's mine."

“Shit, it's yours..Only yours," Sheena cried as he held her closer.

Sheena's body responded to his, her walls clenching around him, her moans growing louder. "Shit, it's your pussy, Jey."

“Mmhm, I know it…. Now let the world know dat shit..Let me hear you.”

“Joshua!” Sheena screamed, she didn't care if anyone heard, didn't care if they knew. All that mattered was the feeling of him inside her, the love in his eyes as he watched her come apart.

“My good girl”, Jey groaned picking up pace, his thrusts growing harder and faster. Sheena could feel his muscles straining, his cock thickening as he approached his own release. "I'm gonna cum," she whispered, her voice trembling.

"Come for me, baby," he grunted, his eyes never leaving hers. "Show me how much you love me."

Her legs tightened around him, her heels digging into his lower back as she met his every thrust. The second orgasm washed over her, stealing her breath and her sanity. "Jey! Fuck!” She screamed his name as he growled. “We ain’t done yet, I need one more,” he rasped as Sheena trembled against him.

With a grin that was all determination, Jey carried her over to the pool table. The coolness of the surface sending a shiver up her spine as Jey laid her down gently, his cock never leaving her. "Look at us," he said, looking up at another mirror on the ceiling. Damn, she didn't see that earlier.

Her eyes widened as she saw their reflection. The contrast of their bodies, his muscular form over her soft curves, was stunning. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, a dance of passion that was both erotic and beautiful. "Keep watching," he murmured, his eyes never leaving hers.

Jey leaned in, his hands on either side of her head. His movements grew more urgent, his breathing ragged. Sheena's eyes remained glued to their reflection, as she watched him claim her again. The sight was too much, and she felt another orgasm building.

"I need one more," he said, his voice strained. Sheena nodded, her body already on the edge. He leaned back, gripping her hips tightly. "Keep watching," he ordered, his eyes dark with desire.

With a growl, he lifted her off the table, his hands cupping her ass, taking her in a passionate searing kiss before bending her over the pool table with a quickness. The coldness sending a jolt of arousal through her. "Jey," she gasped, her voice shaky.

 "Yes, baby," he murmured, his hands caressing her. “I- don’t know-”

"Trust me…Now eyes forward," he whispered as Sheena’s eyes landed on the window, he just had fucked her up against with wild abandon. “Yes, baby,” she moaned, as she once again saw their reflection.

“Good girl.”

He positioned his cock at her entrance once more, the anticipation almost unbearable. With one swift motion, he slammed into her, her breasts bouncing against the felt of the table.

"Jey! Oou, fuck you feel so good!" Sheena cried out. The sound of their skin slapping together echoed through the suite. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure, the new angle hitting her in just the right way.

"Look," he demanded, his voice harsh with passion. “Open, dem beautiful eyes fo’me.”  Sheena forced her eyes open, gazing at their reflection in the huge window. Jey’s eyes glossy, and possessive as his jaw clenched with determination.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his hand sliding between her legs to rub her clit. "I want you to watch me make you come again."

The sensation was overwhelming, the sight of him taking her with such ferocity. She could feel his muscles flexing with every thrust, his grip on her hips tightening as he drove into her. "Jey," she moaned, her voice a desperate plea.

"Come for me, baby," he said, his voice a gentle coax. "I want to feel it again."

Her body responded to his words, the orgasm building rapidly. She felt his own tension, his cock swelling even larger inside her. "I'm gonna cum," she warned, her voice a shaky whisper.

With a snarl, he pulled out, flipping her over onto her back onto the pool table. Sheena looked up at him, her eyes wide with surprise and need. "You know what I want," he growled, his hand fisting in her hair. "Say it." His top grills on full display as he bit his lower lip.

The hunger in his eyes told her that he needed it, craved it. "Jey," she whispered, her voice trembling.

"Say it," he demanded, his grip on her hair tightening. "What’s my name?"

Jey’s question sending chills down her spine. "Mmm, Joshua," she murmured, the sound of his full name on her lips, a declaration of her love as a primal growl slipped past his lip. His eyes darkening with pleasure as he thrust back into her, his movements rough and demanding.  “Say it again.”

"Joshua," she murmured again, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Again," he moaned, his hand moving faster on her clit. With a trembling breath, she shouted, "Joshua!" as her orgasm ripped through her. Her voice echoed throughout the suit as her body convulsed around him once more. "Let the world know who’s fuckin’ you like this, baby," he ordered, his voice hoarse with desire.

Her cries grew louder with each stroke as she rode out her orgasm. "Joshua! Yes!" she screamed, her voice hoarse with passion. And with that, he lost all control. "Fuck, Sheena," he grunted, his hips slamming into her as he came deep inside her, his warmth filling her.

Sheena's chest heaved, her heart racing as Jey gently collapsed on top of her. "I'm sorry," she murmured, her voice hoarse. "I didn't mean to be so loud."

Jey chuckled, wrapping his arms around her. "Don't be sorry," he murmured, kissing the top of her head. "I wanted you too. You screamin’ my name is my new favorite sound."

Their bodies tangled together as their hearts pounding in sync.

"I love you, Sheena," he said, his voice clear and strong. "And I want the world to know it."

"I love you, too Jey," she murmured, her voice muffled against his chest.

The next morning, the sun peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the suite. As they lay in bed, the sensation of Sheena's soft lips on his neck brought Jey out of his slumber. He sighed feeling them move lower, kissing a trail down his body, and when they finally reached the tip of his dick, he couldn't hold back a moan.

"Good morning, baby," she whispered, her breath warm against his skin. He opened his eyes to find her grinning up at him, her dark eyes sparkling with mischief. Her hand wrapped around his dick, stroking him gently as she took him into her mouth once more.

"Mm, good morning," he groaned, his hand automatically reaching out to tangle in her hair.

 "Damn, can you wake me up like this every mornin’.” Sheena's smile grew wider, and she took him deeper, her mouth moving in slow, deliberate strokes that had him squirming with pleasure.

"I wanted to thank my champ properly," she murmured, her voice a sweet caress as she paused, letting him feel the warmth of her breath on his sensitive skin. Jey's eyes rolled back in his head, and he whispered, "Fuck…” With a devilish smile, she released him from her mouth with a pop, her hands and mouth continuing to work their magic.

"Sheena," he gasped, his hips rising to meet her mouth. "I need to cum."

Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she took him in deeper in her mouth vibrating around his dick. "Mm, my champ wants to cum," she said, her tongue swirling around the tip as Jey’s hips bucked. “Got damn, yes…Make me cum…I got somethin’ for you,” he groaned mesmerized as Sheena pleased him. His hands gripping the sheets unable to control himself. "Come for me, champ," Sheena whispered. "I want dat nut in my mouth."

With a final pleading look, Sheena went back to her task, her mouth moving faster and faster, her hand squeezing the base of his dick knowing it was game over for Jey. "Oh, fuck," he groaned, his toes curling. "I'm gonna cum...Cummin’ just for you."

"Mmm, cum, baby..I want you to cum so bad," Sheena pleaded, her mouth moving in perfect harmony with her hands. "Give it to me," she demanded, her voice a sultry purr.

With a roar, Jey erupted into her mouth, his entire body convulsing with the force of his orgasm. “Shit, here it go..Fuck,” Jey hissed as Sheena took it all, her eyes never leaving his, her cheeky smile telling him she enjoyed every second of it.

Jey groaned, caressing her face. " Oh shit…Oou wee..Did my good girl swallow it for the champ or does she need to spit?" he rasped, his voice hoarse from his cries of pleasure. Sheena smiled, her tongue sliding out to show him she had swallowed every drop. “Fuck, I knew I loved you,” he chuckled as she climbed up his body to lay beside him. Another groan escaping his lips as she kissed him greedily, making it hard to tell where he began, and she ended.

“Mmm, my nasty, good girl,” he whispered tasting himself on her tongue as Sheena smiled as he pulled her closer. Jey couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over him as Sheena lay on his chest.

"Thank you," Jey murmured, his voice still thick with passion. "For everything."

Sheena propped herself up on one elbow, looking up at him with a soft smile. "You're welcome," she said, her finger tracing a line down his chest. "

"Now," she purred, "I want you to put on your title." Her request making his dick jump. Was she thinking, what he was thinkin’?

“Sheena, stop playin’.”

“Who says I’m playin’, I’ve always wanted to take backshots from a world champ.”

Jey's eyes widened in surprise, a grin spreading across his face. "Are you serious?" he asked, his voice a mix of disbelief and excitement. Sheena's only response was a sultry smirk as she slid out of bed, sauntered over to his duffle bag and pulled out the title, tossing it onto the bed.

She then strutted into the living room, her naked body a testament to her confidence. She knew he watched her every move, his eyes devouring her curves as she disappeared from his view.

Jey slid out of bed, his dick fully standing at attention. He wrapped the championship belt around his waist, feeling the weight of it, the power it signified.

He walked into the living room, his breath caught in his throat as he found Sheena bent over the bar, her plump ass waving in the air as she took a bite out of a white chocolate covered strawberry. The sight was so unexpected, so erotic, that he had to stifle a groan.

"I'm waiting, champ," she whispered, turning to glance over her shoulder at him with a smirk. She fed him one of the strawberries, her tongue darting out to lick a drop of chocolate from her lip. The taste was sweet and decadent, a delicious contrast to the salty tang of his sweat that still lingered on her skin.

“You want another bite, bae?” she asked putting another strawberry in her bout as he leaned in and bit the other side. Their tongues touching briefly, sending a jolt of pleasure through him.

"Damn, you drivin’ me crazy," he murmured. With a sultry smile, Sheena ran her fingers over the cold metal and the leather. "I just want to give my champ what he needs? Let my champ take what he needs."

Jey’s eyes instantly lit up with desire. He knew what she was saying, what she was offering. He stepped even closer, his dick painfully hard at the thought of taking her how he wanted.

"Bend over and arch that ass for me, den” he commanded, smacking her on the ass, his voice thick with need. Sheena's smile grew wider, and she complied without hesitation, placing her hands flat on the bar and sticking her ass out towards him. He could see her pussy, wet and inviting, glistening in the morning light. “Damn, look at you..Just ready fo’me,” he whispered in a haze.

With a low growl, his hand coming down to caress her ass cheek, feeling the heat radiating from her skin. He lined up his dick with her entrance, the tip of his shaft kissing her wetness. "I wanna see that ass jiggle too," he moaned, his eyes on the prize.

With one swift motion, he slipped inside her, the belt around his waist jingling with each thrust. Sheena gasped, her body tightening around him as he began to fuck her with a ferocity that was both exhilarating and a little scary.

The belt slapped against her ass with every movement, the sound echoing through the suite. His primal growls, their masks of pleasure as he took her from behind were igniting a flame only they could extinguish with each other. "Mmhm, give it to me, champ."

"You gon' take it like a good girl?" he murmured, his hand coming up to wrap around her throat. "Yes, I'mma take it all. like your good girl"

Her eyes rolled back in pleasure, her body moving in time with his. Each time he pulled back, she pushed herself back onto him, meeting him thrust for brutal thrust. He could feel her pussy tightening around him, her orgasm building.

"Oh, Jey," she moaned, her voice strained. "Fuck me…Fuck like you mean it."

“I’mma fuck da shit outta you,” he growled, snapping his hips harder as she exclaimed! “Yea.....Yea..Oouuuu, fuck. Jus like dat!” she screamed, the sight of her, her body responding to his every command, was intoxicating.

He felt like a king, the world heavyweight champion claiming his queen. And she was all his, every inch of her. He felt his own orgasm approaching, his hips moving faster and faster.

"Th-throw it back, Thow dat ass in a circle for da champ," he panted, smackin’ her ass again, his voice thick with desire. Sheena complied, her ass bouncing as she met each of his powerful thrusts. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, a symphony of passion and lust. “Oh, shit, I’mma lucky mothafucka,” he gasped his resolve slipping as they became even more wrapped up in each other.

The squishing of her juices grew louder, her walls clenching and releasing around him, the friction driving him wild.  Seeing her blush at the sound of her juices after each methodical thrust. Sheena tried to slow down but Jey wasn’t havin’ it.

 "Nah, keep goin….Don’t slow down…Don't fuckin’ stop," he whispered, his teeth grazing her ear. "Keep going, baby."

"I can’t, Jey," she moaned, her voice a desperate plea. He leaned down, his breath hot against her skin. "Don't be embarrassed," he whispered, his voice low and urgent. "Means, I’m doin’ my job right…Makin’ my baby feel good, givin’ her what she deserves.”

“J-J-Jeeyy..Mmm, fuck.”

“Don’t be scared….Get dis nut, Sheena."

At his command her eyes snapped open, meeting his over her shoulder. The intensity in his gaze was all the encouragement she needed.

“I’mma get it?”

“Uh huh…Throw… …Dat….… Ass… back…. And…. Get…. Dis… dick…”

She pushed back into him with renewed vigor, her pussy gripping him tightly. "Oh, fuck," she gasped as he hit her just right, the pleasure almost unbearable.

Jey's hand moved to her clit, his thumb rubbing slow circles as he continued to fuck her hard from behind. Sheena's moans grew louder. "Yes, baby, give dat shit some sound," he murmured, his voice a gentle coax. "Come for me again." he whispered, taking her in a searing kiss.

Her body responded, her orgasm building once more. "Jey!" she screamed, her voice hoarse.

He didn't let up, his grip tightening on her hips. "This pussy is mine," he growled, his thrusts becoming more intense, the title slapping her ass even harder. "Say it."

"Yours," she moaned, her voice barely audible. "All yours, Jey."

Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, a dance of love and lust. Sheena felt herself losing control, her body no longer her own. And she didn't care. All that mattered was the feeling of him inside her, claiming her over and over again.

"You're mine," Jey grunted, his hand sliding down her body to grip her ass tightly. "Every inch of you, Sheena. Every goddamn inch." His words were like a drug, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. She could feel his dick swelling and getting harder.

“Mmm, harder,” Sheena moaned as Jey trembled pulling her close. “You want it?....Want it harder?” he growled, as Sheena cried out.

 “Yes!”

“Gotchu..fuck, I gotchu,” he moaned increasing his pace. "Look at dat ass," he murmured, his voice a mix of awe and hunger as he spread her cheeks watching his dick disappear inside her as her essence coated his dick.

 "Yea, cream on dat dick…Fuck, you takin’ it so good, Ma." Sheena's eyes squeezed shut as she felt him hit her g-spot, her legs threatening to give out.

“You’re fuckin’ me so good champ.”

"Sheena, shit...I'm yo champ...Just yours," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. "You feel so good, Ion wanna cum."

“I ain’t goin’ nowhere Josh. We got all the time in the world baby…Get what you need,” she moaned as he nodded.

The title belt jingling with each thrust. " You…I need you….You're so beautiful," he murmured, his eyes never leaving her reflection in the mirror. "I love watching you take it, gotdamn."

“Mmm, I love takin’ it.”

The sound of the belt slapping against her flesh was a reminder of who was in control. And she loved it. Loved the feeling of being claimed, of belonging to him.

"You're mine," she whispered, her voice filled with a newfound confidence. "All of you."

Jey's thrusts grew more erratic, his orgasm building. "Fuck yes," he groaned, his eyes never leaving hers. "I’m all yours." Jey's body stiffened, and with a roar, he emptied himself into her. Sheena felt her own orgasm crash over her, her body trembling with the intensity of it all.

For a moment, they remained there, their bodies connected, their hearts racing. "I love you," she murmured, her voice filled with emotion.

He leaned down, kissing the back of her neck. "I love you too," he whispered, his arms tightening around her. "More than anything."

“What happens in Vegas definitely ain’t stayin’ in Vegas,” Sheena murmured as Jey chuckled.

 “Damn sure ain’t, cause’ you stuck wit my ass now.”

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[adrift-in-thyme]

... Fic request for something with Blupee Wild? Congrats on the follower milestone <3

Tysm for the request @luna-loveboop <333 I hope you like what I came up with (and that you feel better really soon)

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Beneath the light of a silvery moon, Twilight looks much too pale.

He lies on his side on the bedmat, covered in a thick blanket. His eyes are closed, one arm propping up the pillow his head rests wearily upon. Every exhale is labored, every inhale dragged through fever-tight lungs.

Wild lopes towards him on tiny bunny feet. His movements are cautious and slow; his antennae twitch, curious, worried. The last thing he wants to do now is to awaken his brother. Not after all that he has endured today. And it is not as though he is in any definite danger. Time is keeping watch and his care of his ill descendant has been nothing short of attentive.

Add to that the fullness of the moon, the serenity of its all-encompassing light. It is the kind that dances with careful sorcery. The kind that peels back the humanity his body clings to, revealing the spirit within.

His blupee form is by no means a secret to everyone, and yet…he has not exactly been open about his unnatural situation either. Tonight is not a night when Wild should venture out of his little corner of darkness. Tonight is not a night when he should fall prey to worry.

But he can’t help it.

His brother is here, lying only a short distance from his own bedmat, shivering like a leaf tossed by a merciless wind. And that is something Wild cannot ignore.

So, forward he goes, past his fellow heroes, sleeping the sound slumber of worried exhaustion; past Time, shadowed form taut as a ready bowstring. Silent as the tranquil black above, ethereal coat reflecting the shuddering remnants of the dying fire, he moves toward Twilight.

Once there, he sits for a moment. With golden eyes as round and wide as an owl’s, he stares. The rancher looks even worse up close. Beads of sweat dot his furrowed brow. One hand is fisted in the blanket, knuckles still white from a death hold. The undersides of his eyes are framed in shadows that curve and carve deep along the form of his markings. There are tear tracks on his cheeks – new ones, since Time has only just wiped the old away – and their sorrowful trail gleams blue in Wild’s wake.

The rancher has only been sick for a day and Wild swears he has already become gaunt.

The broth he made for him earlier had not been a success. Neither had the bread or the potion brewed to be less bitter. At least, he had been able to keep down the herbal tea Wild had brewed. Everyone had seemed relieved when he finished the first cup and didn’t instantly turn an unhealthy shade of green. In the end, they had successfully coaxed him to drink two more cups.

Wild has done all that he can for now. He knows that deep inside. But it doesn’t feel that way.

Antennae drooping, he moves closer. Gently, he nuzzles Twilight’s cheek. His nose twitches at the familiar scent of mist-kissed forest and fresh springs, of sun-baked hay and the fur of beasts.

Twilight has always smelled like home. Felt like it too, in a way none of the other heroes do. Except…except for Time. He feels like home as well.

Wild nuzzles Twilight one more time for good measure, then, tucks himself beneath the rancher’s outstretched arm. Curling into a ball, he faces his brother, prepared for an all-night vigil. He will watch over him, comfort him, keep him safe. Even in this tiny form, these are things he can do.

Twilight shifts slightly, inhaling shakily. Eyes of gold flecked blue flutter open. A haze of feverish exhaustion hangs heavy upon them as he gazes at Wild.

“C-cub?” It is a croak, so hoarse it would be difficult to make out if not for their close proximity and Wild’s enhanced hearing.

He sets his paw on Twilight’s cheek, watches as his face splits into a tremulous grin. The rancher reaches out a trembling hand and runs his fingers through his silken fur. A sound caught somewhere between the chirp of a bird and the purr of a cat rises in Wild’s throat. An exclamation of joy at the touch.

“You're so…so small,” Twilight says in wonder.

His fingers find the spot just behind Wild’s antennae and scratch softly there, eliciting another happy purr. He chuckles.

“And so soft.”

The sheer elation in Twilight’s tired voice sends a thrill of welcome happiness through Wild’s heart. He snuggles closer.

“How…” The murmur is heavy with the return of slumber, tinged with distant curiosity. “Never seen you like this ‘fore, cub. What are y-you?”

I’m a blupee, Wild replies in the musical tones audible only to beasts. He cocks his head, thinking. It’s the creature my spirit takes the form of. It’s a long story, but it’s been happening ever since I woke up from my hundred year nap. Every time I step into the moonlight. I don’t really know why. I can do it on command too though.

“Like me,” Twilight whispers and his voice has grown oddly tight. “Did-didn’t know you were…”

Yeah. Wild blinks wide eyes, rests his head level with the rancher’s. I’m like you. Pretty cool, huh?

“Does it hurt?”

No. He heaves a small sigh. It actually feels natural. Like this is as much me as my Hylian form.

Twilight smiles then, small and trembling and dancing with emotions Wild cannot identify.

“I’m glad, cub,” he murmurs. “I’m r-really glad.”

Another series of shudders wrack his body and he winces, hissing through his teeth. In their wake he looks even more fatigued than before. His fingers still, eyelids drooping.

“S-sorry,” he breathes, “‘m not much company right now.”

Wild shifts so that he is pressed against him, hoping to provide some small warmth. At the very least, the welcome safety of companionship.

Don’t apologize. Rest. Get better. Then, we can go explore together. Like we did back in my Hyrule.

The rancher smiles again, small, wistful. “Yeah. That sounds nice.”

He breathes out, a sigh that’s weariness Wild can feel in his very soul. Only a few moments later, his face goes slack once more, the lines of discomfort smoothing out. Wild lays his head upon his paws and settles in.

Until then, I’ll watch over you.

[telemna-hyelle]

Hello again <3 I say…wrote you a little something to help you through today would you rather zelink of some sort or fluffy Four content? Or something else entirely! It can be whatever you’d like :)

ahhhh that would be amazing. hmmmm maybe fluffy four zelink? best of both worlds???

[skyward-floored]

Your word for a three sentence thing is 'Fairy'. Happy writing!

“Okay okay, wait, lemme get this straight,” Legend said, standing up and pointing at Hyrule, “you’re part fairy... Time is part fairy... Warriors is part fairy... does anyone else want to fess up to being part fairy?!”

Twilight glanced at Time, then slowly raised his hand with a sheepish expression.

Wild looked between them both, then shrugged and half-raised his hand as well, and Legend groaned, putting his head in his hands.

[melodious-oblivion]

“Yesterday we were in the warmups and Trin asked our line, which was me, Tara, Gabby, and Leicy, if our life was on the line could we do like a professional catwalk and fit in and I was like ‘absolutely, if my life is on the line my body would produce!’ And then so today I was like ‘oh my gosh Trin I have an idea for a celebration, whoever scores should do a catwalk,’ and she was like ‘wait that could be good’ so then we were spreading the word and we very specifically told Hatchy actually so I think we manifested that she was going to score because we were convincing her and she was like ‘uh I don’t know’ so I grabbed her hand and shook it so she was in and she didn’t have much choice in the matter!”

Esme🥹

Someone’s a top 5 NWSL all time scorer🤩🥹

[cleaveslice]

(potential) ways people find out santos and whitaker are close/living together:

whitaker calling santos "trin" in front of their coworkers, santos not batting an eye and answering to it, and both of them pausing suddenly when they realize what happened.

santos putting an arm around whitaker's shoulders and ruffling his hair at random intervals throughout the day.

one of them instinctively stepping in front of the other when a fight breaks out in the hospital.

accidentally falling asleep while leaning on each other in the break room after a long shift.

santos handing whitaker a shopping list while passing him in the hallway.

one getting injured/passing out and immediately asking for the other when they wake up, still half-asleep.

^ alternate scenario: getting put on meds and saying something disgustingly sentimental. if it's whitaker, santos would get a bit emotional in the moment but will definitely make fun of him when he's sober. if it's santos, she'll be stuck wondering why whitaker looks so pleased with himself until someone tells her what happened.

discussing what they're going to eat for dinner while everyone is clocking out.