#and they would fly around and land on you and eat out of the cup. it was really fun :)

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Rainbow Lorikeet (Trichoglossus moluccanus)

yay water

time to drink water woo hoo yay

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Dungeon Bats

Animagus!Snape x Animagus!Professor!Reader Wordcount: ~1000 Summary: Severus Snape thinks the Muggle Studies professor is strange only to find out she is an animagus with an awfully familiar form.

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The Muggle Studies professor was strange.

Hogwarts always had its fair share of odd characters occupying teaching positions. Even a ghost, evidently, was capable of teaching. But he couldn’t place what it was about you that made him so suspicious. 

You were human, not like Firenze or Professor Binns. You weren’t kooky like Hagrid or Professor Trelawney. Outwardly, you appeared perfectly normal. However, there were oddities if one looked closely.

You ate fruit. Lots of it. Every day at breakfast, instead of toast, eggs, bacon, sausage, things the other teachers would partake in, your breakfast consisted of fruit and only fruit, including a cup of pumpkin juice. Your plate appeared almost like a small pyramid, stacked with cubes of cantaloupe, pineapple, strawberries, honeydew, and grapes, leaving behind a pool of sweet juices when consumed. 

You also had a tendency to pop up and disappear seemingly out of nowhere. One time he went into your classroom to talk to you about moving a couple of detentions around only to find it empty, having swept his gaze around it. Just as he approached your office door to knock on it, you uttered a soft “hello” as you stood in the middle of the classroom, making him jump out of his skin. 

Furthermore, Filch had brought up to him once that he could hear some perplexing screeching noises echoing from random parts of the castle at night and even what sounded like right outside the windows. What was strange about it is he only brought them up the morning after you were scheduled to perform rounds.

This wasn’t to say he disliked you. Quite the opposite. Out of everyone in the castle, he’d say he preferred your company. Who he'd rather sit next to at Quidditch games? Probably you. Even though you were the Muggle Studies teacher, you had plenty of knowledge about Care for Magical Creatures and DADA. Potions weren’t your forte, but you’d happily let him ramble about the subject, even when he’d realize too late that he was rambling. 

“Why do you eat so much fruit?” he asked one day when you came into his classroom eating a sliced-up apple.

“Oh, uh, that’s just my animagus urges. Sorry, am I dripping juice on the ground again?”

He blinked dumbly at you. “You’re an animagus?”

You chuckled, “You didn’t know, Severus? I thought Minerva would’ve told you. Yes, I am an animagus.”

“What animal?” he asked. You smirked and set down the apple slices on a nearby table before shifting. Your robes moved with you, swishing up and shrinking until you took the form of a fruit bat. You flapped and swooped about the air in a few circles before landing on the flat surface of the table, using your talons and thumbs hooks to wriggle toward your sweet fruit.

“You’re a fruit bat,” he observed. You screeched at him in confirmation and began to gingerly gnaw on the flesh of the nearest apple slice. Severus remained quiet for a little, seemingly thinking to himself as his fingers flexed and his jaw clenched slightly. Much to your curiosity, he wordlessly set his wand down and took a deep breath. Within a flash, his robes swooped around him, and in his place was a fruit bat, just like you, but bigger. He flapped his wings just hard enough to get him onto the table as he landed with an audible thud. It was pretty much impossible for bats to take flight without launching from a tree or a high-up place.

[Woah! You’re a bat too? That’s awesome! Is that why students call you a “dungeon bat?”]

[Yes, I am an animagus whose form is also a bat, and no, that’s just a coincidence.]

[How come you’re so much bigger than me?]

[You don’t exactly tower over me, Y/N.]

From then on, the two of you would sometimes go on day flights if both of you had some free time. While both of you wished to fly at nights, you still needed time to sleep and perform your teaching duties during the day. However, your favorite times were when the both of you were scheduled to do rounds. Your classrooms were on opposite sides of the castle so it was almost like a game to use echolocation to find each other in the dark and meet up. It was a little fun considering the dungeons were almost maze-like. If the two of you were sure that no students were out and about, you’d ditch your duties, ascend up the Astronomy tower, and take off into the night sky, playfully chasing one another or showing off flying moves. 

Severus hardly used his form unless it was necessary. It’s not like one got to choose which animal they could shift into. Admittedly, he was a bit let down when he first shifted all those years ago, but with you he learned to embrace his batiness, though he still resisted such urges when it came to eating a castle’s worth of fruit. He liked flying, of course, but he found that he quite liked hanging upside down too, especially when he needed a break from grading or just wanted a change of scenery. Sometimes he’d come hang around your office when you were grading and vice versa.

Dumbledore came to visit his classroom one late afternoon to talk about a particularly unruly Slytherin, but could not find the potion master anywhere, not even in his office. It was rather dark, all the lamps extinguished and curtains drawn. What he did notice, however, was two wands haphazardly tossed onto the stone ground near Snape’s desk, one of which he recognized as your wand. Dumbledore craned his neck up towards the ceiling where an old chandelier hung and sure enough, hanging from one of the rungs was a large fruit bat, and swaddled in its wings being held close to its fur, a smaller fruit bat. The both of you were napping. The old wizard smiled at the sight and slowly receded back through the doorway, happy that Severus had finally found a little bat of his own.

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Between Us Pt. 3

Summary: You and Spencer had a casual relationship. A misunderstanding ruins it all.

Pairing: Spencer Reid × F. BAU Reader

Warnings: Friends with benefits. Pregnancy.

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Part Two

The stomach bug you had caught was so strange. You would be perfectly fine, eating whatever you wanted for hours. Then a certain smell would hit you like a ton of bricks, sending you running to the nearest bathroom or trash can.

It had been two weeks and you were still puking your guts up randomly. You made an appointment with your doctor at the end of the week to make sure nothing was seriously wrong with you.

You and the team had to fly out to Colorado for a case. You were so exhausted, you could barely keep your eyes open on the trip there. Penelope texted you for the fiftieth time today checking on you. You insisted you were fine, you just couldn’t get rid of whatever illness you had.

Spencer and Ashley sat across from you, her hands playing with his unruly curls like you used to. When he looked at you, concern written all over his face after you puked in the bathroom, she grabbed his face, pressing a kiss to his lips. That act alone made your stomach turn. Thankfully, Hotch cleared his throat, shooting them a warning glance.

When you finally landed, you were alone with Spencer. Hotch paired you up often because you worked well together. “Are you okay? I’ve been worried about you. You vomited six times yesterday. You’re having trouble holding down anything but crackers and ginger ale. You took a nap on the way here. You’ve never done that.”

“I’m fine, Spencer. Don’t worry about me. You should be worrying about your little girlfriend getting you in trouble for PDA.” He scrunches up his nose. “Are you jealous?” You laugh at that. “No, I’m not. I feel like death, and I don’t want to argue with you. I just don’t want to see you sucking face right in front of me when I’m nauseous anyways. I want to solve this case so I can go home and lay down.” He tried not to bother you with frivolous questions the rest of the day.

The next morning, you felt great. Your skin was glowing, you took time to style your hair and do your makeup. When you walked in the local police station to start work, everyone complimented you. Everyone except for Ashley, who rolled her eyes and seemed annoyed that you didn’t have your hair in a rat’s nest pooled on top of your head with dark circles under your eyes.

You ate all three meals with the team without needing to vomit. You couldn’t believe it was finally over. You decided to call your doctor first thing in the morning to cancel your appointment.

Your joy was short lived, when the next morning you felt awful again. Luckily, you hadn’t called your doctor yet. The day went by quickly. Rossi came up with the information you needed to find the unsub. You slept the whole way home.

You check into the doctor’s office filling out form after form. When the nurse calls you back, she gives you a cup and sends you into the bathroom. You wait in the small room for the doctor. Your heart feels like it’s going to beat out of your chest while you wait for her to come in.

When she finally arrives, she checks your vitals, writing them down on your chart. “How long do I have?” You ask, only kind of joking. She smiles, placing her stethoscope around her neck. “You’re not dying. You’re pregnant! Congratulations! According to the information you gave us, it looks like you’re about six weeks. We will schedule an ultra sound for another time to give you a more accurate prediction.”

You start to tune her out as she continues speaking. Pregnant? How could this happen? You and Spencer were always so careful except… Your mind flashes with memories of that night. How his feverish hands were all over you. How he couldn’t wait to have you so he took you against the wall. How beautiful he thought you looked with his cum dripping out of you. Now those actions had consequences. How were you going to tell him?

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‘OURS’

Summary: You were his and he was yours but what would it be like adding one more? Thrust into a whirlwind romance you never could’ve imagined that became your forever love. You continue building a new life across the pond with a very beautiful Scouser. A sequel to the ‘You’re Mine’ fic.

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Warnings: This series is 18+ and will contain fluff, suggestion, SMUT (unprotected sex,) pregnancy, parenting, mental health struggles, eating disorder, self doubt, body image issues, daddy kink, angst, alcohol consumption - 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! Try not to nitpick with any real pregnant/ baby logistics it’s better if you just read along happily :)

Chapter 24- An Alexander-Arnold Angel | ‘Ours’

word count - 11 k

“Can you tell me what that is, baby?” You cooed, bouncing Teddy on your knee pointing outside through the big window. You were sat in a lounge at the airport waiting to board your flight to the United States for your wedding. Trent had gotten a private jet to take you to New York. He figured if you had ever taken an important trip it would be this one so flying private seemed like the thing to do. 

“Aib pla!” Teddy yelled the jumbled words. You giggled and shushed her loud outburst. You pulled her by her pudgy tummy back into you more. You leaned around her and kissed her chubby cheek. 

“Yeah, Ted. That’s an airplane. You’re so smart. Do you like going on planes, baby bear?” Trent asked Teddy, sharing the same laugh you did hearing her excitedly squeal in a fairly quiet room. She shrugged, not sure if she did or maybe she didn’t understand his question. To her credit the last time she flew, she probably didn’t even remember the experience all that well. You wondered how good her memory was and if she would remember going to New York at all. 

“I think you do. You’re such a good flyer, baby. Do you know where we’re going?”  You picked up her hands and tried to wipe them clean from the yogurt she had been eating. It seemed to have gotten just about everywhere but in her mouth. 

“Pop pops.” She murmured out to you now deciding that after her snack and all the questions she was tired and needed a cuddle. She was referring to your dad. That’s what you had landed on calling him. You wiped her hands and pulled her into your arms situating her on your chest. 

“Yeah, we’re going to see pop pop, mum mum, Laur, and Win Win too. Aren’t you so excited?” You asked her. Trent was listening to your conversation and ran his hand over her hair before kissing her head. 

“Ted, do you know what else we’re going to do?” Trent asked Teddy cupping her cheek and turning her head a little for her to look at him.

“Nos dada.” She sleepily cooed trying to wrangle away and get her face back to its place tucked into the nape of your neck. 

“Me and mummy are going to get married. Give mummy a big kiss like this…Mwah!” Trent messed about pulling your face into his, kissing your lips dramatically with the ‘mwah’ sound Teddy still loved. She giggled with a ‘dada’ grabbing for him and pushing her lips out for a kiss of her own from him. “Going to have a big party as well. You can wear your pretty dress like mummy too. Will you dance with daddy?” He asked her with a smiley pout seeing how tired she was. He was hoping that he could make her happy by asking her a silly question and bringing up the dress she had been really excited to wear. 

“Is dada even going to dance?” Your brow furrowed with a smirk mocking Trent’s usual indifference for dancing. He rolled his eyes at your smart remark. You giggled a little. Trent didn’t like to dance. He’d do it for you though. He’d hold you tight to him and whisper in your ear. Frankly, you liked the way he did dance. It was always a heated moment and typically turned fairly intimate following. Opposing that, you thought him dancing with Teddy would be the cutest thing in the world so you didn’t mean to tease too much. 

“Yeah, well I want to dance with my Ted. Maybe I don’t want to dance with you.” He quipped with a bit of bite and a devilish smirk. Teddy giggled, bringing herself more upright to grab his face with her tiny hands again.

“Aww that makes me sad. Please daddy.” You whined while you dramatically pouted at him. You had a short first dance planned but it was more of an intimate thing for the wedding day. The idea of your two favorite people sharing a dance as well was precious. He rolled his eyes and kissed you before returning his attention to your daughter. 

You still had a bit of time before you boarded so you plopped Teddy on the ground with a piece of paper and some crayons to color. You leaned back and got comfortable. Trent moved over to the seat directly next to you on a couch. The cushion sank as he shifted closer. He moved his hand and placed his fingers under your chin to turn you to face him. He kissed your lips but was quick to pull away to lean down to Teddy to ask her what she was coloring. You frowned at him though wishing he gave you a longer kiss. He flicked his eyes back up to you and flashed you a smug grin with a wink. 

“Baby bear, what are you drawing?” He asked Teddy, as she furiously scribbled with a blue crayon. Just a bunch of swirls and circley shapes.

“Doggies!” She told him very seriously focused on her paper. She stuck her tongue out into the corner of her mouth like Trent did when he concentrated. Trent hummed inspecting her work with a little laugh. A little while and a couple scribbles of dogs later, you needed to board. 

“Good girl! Look how nicely you did! Can you pack up your  crayons for me, Teddy girl?” You cooed getting your own things packed up. She very carefully put each crayon back in its original place. Trent stood above her patiently letting her do it as she liked.  A very clear sign that she was maybe inheriting some of your predisposed organization. Trent gave you a smug grin and cheeky laugh seeing your daughter’s resemblance to you shine through. 

“Can I give you a kiss, beautiful?” Trent asked, holding your hand on the tarmac before you boarded the plane. You giggled and squeezed his hand. 

“You don’t have to ask.” You turned towards him, moving your lips towards his.  He laughed and his smile almost made you stutter. It made even the gray cold summer weather in the summer in England feel like it was bright sun. 

“I gotta ask, don’t I? Consent is what good guys do, no? I want you to marry me in a couple days. I’m trying to not mess up.” He cooed with a smirk. You shook your head. 

“Can you just kiss me? Now I’ve been waiting too long.” You complained. He gave you a devastating grin. He pressed his lips to yours and you shut your eyes in bliss. You boarded the flight and settled in a seat with Teddy while Trent brought your carry ons aboard. You scrolled through your phone calendar before the plane took off. You flicked through your packed schedule for the next few days and then just jumped ahead for a little to check the exact date of when you needed to schedule your next nail appointment for ahead of your flight for your honeymoon and then the exact date that Trent was scheduled to leave for preseason. It was a little crazy that he’d be leaving for preseason as your husband, he’d be leaving you as his wife, it was just a little unfortunate that date was as soon as it was. 

“You know I heard there is going to be a very good looking boy at Liverpool’s preseason this year.” You cooed cheekily, picking up your gaze from your phone and to Trent finally taking his seat. 

“Oh yeah?” Trent sent a smirk your way and your heart faltered but you were trying to flirt a little. 

“I think his name is Trent Alexander-Arnold.” You giggled with a little smile as your lips turned at the corners looking back at him. “Heard he’s sexy, cute too.” 

“That’s me, baby.” He laughed with a wink. “Sorry to disappoint though but I’m engaged, getting married in a few days as well.” You pouted at him and whispered a curse. “I’m all hers, most beautiful fiance.” He reflected your pout back to you. You giggled at how childish this whole conversation was. “Now can my beautiful fiance let me give her a kiss now?” He laughed with you. He took your cheek in his palm. You nodded to him, fixing your gaze on his eyes.  He kissed you and it was perfection. You felt the world slow. Everytime his lips were on yours as dramatic as it sounds the world just melted away. He felt like heaven each and every time. 

“Do you know where we are? We’re where mummy used to live.” You cooed to a sleepy Teddy in the car from the airport to your apartment in Manhattan. She was fairly confused by your question. “When I was a little girl like you, Teddy bear. I didn’t even know daddy yet.” You giggled smushing a kiss to her cheek. 

“No dada?” She asked you with her big eyes narrowing at you. You told her no. You were referring to your childhood but she didn’t seem too interested if her dad wasn’t involved. “Why mama? Lub dada.” She gave you a disgruntled disapproving face. She didn’t like the idea of you without Trent.

“I know. I love daddy as well. I just hadn’t met him yet. Not until I was a big girl.” You cooed looking at her progressively more unhappy face in her car seat. 

“Dada best. Why mama?” She looked so angry at you. You couldn’t believe how similar her angry scowl looked like Trent’s. You were trying to bite back the smile. 

“I think he’s the best too. That’s why we had you, cute girl. Why are you mad at me right now?” You laughed, a little taken aback that she was so annoyed.  

“Ted, why are you mad at mummy?” Trent asked, trying not to laugh as well. He was smiling though. He brushed his thumb over her pout in an effort to wipe it off. It didn’t work. She stayed steadfast. 

“My dada best!” She yelped moving towards Trent in her seat away from your direction. Your eyes widened that she was taking this so personally. 

“Teddy, I couldn’t have known dada. We lived in different countries. What do you want me to do? I’ve known him longer than you have!” You teased squeezing her arm. She scowled at you, incredibly offended by your remark. 

“No! Know dada long.” She rebutted very quickly with some real vigor. 

“Yeah but not as long as mummy has.” You cooed initially with some humor in your tone. Tears began to well though in her puppy dog eyes.  “Okay, okay. Come here. You’re right, baby. You’ve known daddy the longest, yeah? You and I love him the most. Daddy’s the best.” You pouted at Teddy  helping her out of her car seat into your lap. 

“Daddy is the best and mummy should’ve met him earlier.” Trent quipped. Teddy let out a snarky ‘yeah.’ Trent laughed giving her a gentle kiss on her identical pout. He wiped a few of her tears that had fallen. 

“Okay… that’s not helpful. Thank you, T.” You gave him a glare. Him fueling her anger at you for the impossible, not meeting her soon wasn’t helping. When you finally arrived at your New York apartment, Teddy was fast asleep, her annoyance at you evaporated. Trent and you tried your best to be quiet and get her inside without waking her.

You had a few days before the first event to make sure everything was good to go and get a few beauty appointments sorted. One thing you really needed to get sorted was your raging desire to have sex again. You and Trent had foolishly decided you wouldn’t fuck until your wedding day once you arrived in New York. Something you were seriously regretting the past few days. You didn’t really pay much attention to just how often you had been having sex with him but not doing it… it had become very apparent just how frequently you did. It was the night before the welcome day, the day before your wedding, and you had reached a breaking point of horniness with Trent in bed. 

“I don’t want to sleep apart tomorrow.” You whined cuddling up to him under the covers.  

“How come baby?” Trent asked you quietly, pulling you into him more with a kiss to your temple.  

“Because I want your hands on me.” You muffled out digging your face into his neck. You pouted your lip pushing it against his warm skin. “T, pleassseee, just touch me.” You complained as you  moved his hands for him from your sides to cheekily beneath your tiny pajama shorts.  

“I’m not going to loose this.” He whispered teasingly, ghosting your lips with his. He moved closer to you his cold minty breath hitting you with a dervish handsome smile smirking back at you. 

“I miss you baby.” You whined again hoping you could convince him if you made him feel bad enough for keeping himself from you for the past few days.  

“I’ve missed you too. I’ve been thinking about you a lot but I don’t loose I’m sorry, pretty girl.” Trent cooed. This wasn’t even a game you decided this together but you knew Trent well enough that he wasn’t going to break the pact you made and he wasn’t going to let you otherwise you would have ‘failed’ or ‘lost’ and that’s just something he didn’t want to do.

“I don’t care, I’ll loose T…” you moaned but Trent just shook his head at you.  He wasn’t going to loose by you giving up. “What have you been thinking about?” You asked in an attempt to shift his mindset to all the things you’ve currently been thinking about and certainly missing. 

“Mmmm.” He hummed reminiscing. “Baby, just been thinking about tasting you, kissing your neck, eating you out, sliding inside you,  and I know you’ll say otherwise but playing with your ass.” He cheekily whispered in your ear. A shiver ran up your spine.  

“Please.” You whined in response shutting your eyes desperately wanting him to do anything with you right now. Yes, even that. Anything. “Come here, gimme a cuddle, baby. Alexander-Arnold’s don’t lose.” He cooed,kissing on your neck. 

“T.” You pouted “I hate this.” You continued to complain. Being an Alexander-Arnold didn’t sound like much fun at this very minute. You just wanted him to concede and fuck you. 

“I know you do, pretty girl. You just want me to play with that pretty pussy.” He kept his voice hush, dragging his fingers under the waistband of your shorts, gliding over your smooth skin. Close but still incredibly far from where you wanted them. 

“T, stopppp! Just get away from me then.” You huffed genuinely upset at your frantic state. You gave him a pouty face and tried to move away from him in the bed. 

“Nah, c’mere. Just  stay with me, you’ll be okay, baby.” He cooed gently pulling you into him somehow in a non sexual way but in a very loving comforting manner. He kissed the top of your head. “Soon. Promise. Trust me, you won’t have to even ask.” He whispered. You nuzzled into him, pressing your pouty lips to his neck. 

You had gotten ready in your apartment and gone for a lunch earlier in the day with all your family and friends to welcome them to Manhattan. It was the day before your wedding which seemed surreal that was the case. Your mum took Teddy for you and Trent after lunch. The two of you giggled drunk off champagne stumbling back into the hotel room you two had shared the first time you ever met. In a way you felt like it was your room. You knew it so well. You clung to Trent as he fumbled the key to open the door. You had bags dropped off for you both at the hotel earlier. What was driving you crazy was the you two wouldn’t spend the night together ahead of the wedding. Needless to say you were glued to each other. It was rare spending nights apart when you didn’t have to. Trent traveled so much that spending additional nights apart was awful and avoided at all costs. 

“T… are you still hungry?” You giggled probably more buzzed than you realized from lunch. Calling it a lunch was a little bit of a stretch though, you hadn’t gotten to eat all the much though because you were talking so much. 

“Hungry, thirsty, and very in love with you, baby.”  He cooed. He came up behind you and wrapped his arms over your chest across you. You craned your neck to the side and kissed his covered shoulder. 

“Room service it is then because I need to get ready soon but I’m not leaving your side.” You kissed him again and reached your arms behind your holding his body to his. 

“Usual?” He asked and you smiled, liking the fact that you had a usual and the fact that he knew it. You hummed. He ordered you two cheeseburgers, fries, and champagne. It was a dream. You sat on top of the bed you’d sadly sleep in alone tonight with your head resting on his shoulder eating and drinking, kissing and talking. Eventually you got off the bed to get dressed. Your mum had organized a dinner tonight at The Plaza. You gave tonight to your her to host. It was probably more formal than your actual wedding the following day but you’d give it to her, more her vibe then yours. It was her dream for you, to throw this sort of ornate event. That said, fancy or casual, you were about to turn put a look your mum would kill you for. You and Winnie had found a dress Moda Operandi had carried by Nensi Dojaka that was entirely see through and it was gorgeous. It was ‘white sequined’ as you described it to your mum which wasn’t a lie, you just had chosen to send her the off model photo of the dress keeping the transparency element a secret until she saw you tonight. You slipped into a sheer sequined gown in the ensuite. You pulled it on and even though you could do it yourself you slinked back into the room while Trent buttoned his shirt. 

“Do you mind zipping this for me?” You cheekily asked him excited to see his reaction to your very cheeky dress. 

“Oh my fucking … oh my god. Are you serious right now? Baby… holy fuck. Come here.” His jaw stayed stack as he took your hand and held it above your head for you to spin around for him. When your back was to him mid twirl he groaned seeing your ass through the material in just a Miu Miu pair of underwear maybe shorts you weren’t sure what you’d call them but they were intended to be seen. 

“Do you like?” You giggled turning back around to him draping your arms over his shoulders. His eyes scanned you and Trent shook his head in disbelief. You let go and thanked him for zipping your dress and skipped back to the bathroom to put the finishing touches on your makeup. 

“Erm… where do you think you’re going wearing that? Jesus, baby, you’re not leaving my side tonight.” He cooed following you into the room. His hands were quick to find their way to your covered ass. “I hate being the one that just zipped this thing up. I really should be taking this off you. Honestly, that’s all I’m going to be thinking about tonight. You rolled your eyes with a blushing smile looking back at him through the mirror. “I know you’ve probably had your outfit picked out for ages so don’t feel inclined to switch anything up for me but I did get you a little something…” He spoke quietly in your ear resting his chin on your shoulder. 

“A little something like what, T?” You giggled fairly sure it would be something from Bergdorf Goodman. He snuck away from you and grabbed the all too familiar purple bag. You smiled a little bigger coming to see him with it. 

“I know you wanted this for a little and couldn’t find it but I’ll find anything for you, baby. I’ll do anything to make you happy, I’ll get you anything you want.” He cooed, handing you the bag. You took it from his hesitantly, not totally sure what it would be. You unboxed a Louis Vuitton bag you’d been hunting for for ages. It was a trunk style clutch in all white. 

“T… thank you, baby. I’ll wear it tonight no question. I love it and I love you more.” You cooed placing the bag on the bed carefully before giving him a sweet kiss. As you gathered your stuff to head down to the party you looked at Trent inspecting himself in the mirror. “T… why did you talk to me on the corner, you know when we met?” You cooed curious for an answer, sort of shocked you’d never asked him outright before. 

“What?” He looked at you through the full length mirror but turned around to look at you properly. “I mean, baby, looks aside.” He gestured to your figure currently as you clasped your heels on. “I liked how nervous you were about your confidence.” He smiled at you.  

“You liked that I was insecure?” You asked him in response with a furrowed brow. It seemed like an odd answer. It definitely wasn’t the one you probably were expecting. 

“No, no.” He let out a breathy laugh. “I hated it, actually because it made no sense. I needed you to know how beautiful you were, you are, how smart you are. It was like you betrayed yourself by talking to me. You should be that confident but every time you said something you looked like you were shocked it came out of your mouth.” He kept his sweet smile as he walked towards you. He cupped your cheek and ran his thumb along your jawline. “I wanted to just make sure you knew how beautiful you are, inside, outside, and even if you didn’t want to date me, see me again, which I wasn’t keen on, you deserved to know that. You had me hooked from the jump, baby.” He cooed. 

“I know you think I am.” You replied with a pouty smile thinking his reasoning was really tender.  

“We’re getting there right? How beautiful, you think you are?” He cooed gently knowing this conversation was entering dicey territory. Your opinion of yourself, your own beauty was something you were working on. You nodded shyly. ”Good baby.” he winked at you and kissed your lips. You felt butterflies fill your stomach. It hadn’t really sunk in yet that this man who took such good care of you, who really truly and deeply cared about your well being above everything else was going to be yours for the rest of your life.

You went to the party and were met with an eye roll from your mum, a squeal of excitement from Lauren, kisses from Teddy, and a few jokes from Marcel. It was a very fun night. It was the perfect way to kick things off. Your anxiety though was growing as the hours of the night ticked by and faded into the morning ones of your big day. You had a tearful goodnight and goodbye to Trent holding your baby girl. You were trying not to cry but both of you crying in front of Trent probably wouldn’t have been a nice thing for him to deal with, not tonight. You managed and made your way back to the hotel room upstairs you two had shared for years. Instead of her crib you had Teddy cozied up to you cuddling in the big bed just wanted the comfort of her. 

“Mama, need dada.” Teddy cooed sleepily nuzzling her face into your cleavage not being able to fall asleep without him. You had said goodnight but not in the usual fashion. Typically Trent would call if he was away. That always made her more calm and settled.  

“Why baby?  Mummy’s got you.” You told her quietly trying to reassure her everything was okay.

“Lub mama.” Teddy humphed out but continued squirming against you unhappily.   

“Yeah, I know.” You cooed gently. “Why do you need daddy right now though?” You asked her brushing your hand over her head dragging her curls back. 

“Dada tect mama and teddy.” She whimpered out. You pouted at her. It was so cute. 

“Yeah, he does, he takes good care of us, right?”  You looked at her adorably similar face to his, his eyes essentially reflecting back at you. It was a comfort you didn’t know you needed. 

“Yeah huh, mama need.” She babbled back, cuddling into you more wrapping her arms around your neck. 

“Okay, baby.” You hummed kissing the top of her head. You didn’t want to call and break the rules you had agreed upon. You had said goodnight and that was supposed to be it before you saw each other for the actual ceremony but you weren’t going to deprive Teddy of him. “We’ll text daddy. Okay? Send him a picture of us. Can you say cheese for me?” You smiled at her reaching for your phone. You took a selfie of you two tucked in bed and sent it to Trent with a message.   

‘Little teddy bear misses her daddy. Says he protects her and mama. Can we have our bedtime kiss please.’

Trent was quick to respond, thankfully as you were both definitely getting tired and you, very very nervous. He sent it along with a voice note with a ‘mwah!’ And a photo of him and Teddy’s stuffed bear in bed. 

‘Love my baby bear and mummy so much. My beautiful girls. Sending you the biggest hugs and kisses. Get a good sleep for me.’  

“Dada where?” Teddy cooed as you left the party tonight. She was very confused why you had to say bye and split up.   “I’m gonna go have a sleepover with Celly and Ty. You, mama, and Win are gonna have one, okay?” He told her with a soft smile not trying to get into the logistics of pre wedding ceremony archaic traditions you weren’t sure you even knew why you were doing.  “Why?” Teddy looked back at Trent devastated. Her big eyes filling quickly with tears. You told it was okay coddling her. “Take dada. No ‘lone.” She cooed with a terribly cute pout trying to hand Trent her stuffed bear.  “Aw thank you, baby. Okay, so I’llI get your beary and you get mama, that’s a fair trade off.” Trent cooed taking the floppy stuffed bear. He kissed Teddy’s forehead with a ‘thank you.’

“Look who’s already asleep with dada, Ted.” You cooed while showing her the phone after you read her the message.. Trent had tucked her little bear in the bed with him and folded the comforter over resting its head on the pillow beside him.   

“Mama sleep?” Teddy asked quietly and tiredly seeing your eyes still open staring out the window looking out into the warm glow of the Manhattan night.  

“Sorry, baby. I’m okay. Just thinking.” You smiled at her and gave her a kiss. Her brow furrowed, confused. Not sure what you meant so you figured if you were both awake you might as well explain. Truthfully, emotions were trashing around in your body. “You know how when you're sad, dada makes it all better. Makes you happy?” You asked her setting up her reasoning and understanding. She nodded “Well dada does that for me too. Dada makes mummy not sad anymore.” Saying it out loud made you so sentimental. You started crying trying to fight back the lump forming in your throat. Trent would wipe Teddy’s tears if she was scared of a thunderstorm or if she scraped her knee but what he’d done for you was on another scale. He really pulled you out of a really bad place. It definitely was still lingering but the light he had brought into your life was like nothing you could’ve imagined. 

“Mama, no sad. Need dada?” Teddy asked you worried you were crying.  She tried to wipe tears and it made your heart break. So much had happened it was so amazing you’d finally all be connected under one surname. You’d be husband and wife with your little girl. It seemed mundane but it made such a difference to you. It was such a massive deal to you. 

“I’ve got you, Teddy bear. You make mama so happy, yeah?” You cooed with a sad smile kissing her sleepy pout. You pulled her tight to you and breathed her in. Your heart stilled in appreciation for what you and Trent had created. Trent and Teddy were your entire life. They meant everything to you. They really did make you happy and you couldn’t ask for anything more. 

“Come with me Mrs. Alexander Arnold!! We’ve got shit to do!” Winnie quietly squealed waking you up. Your mum in the other room shook her head at Winnie’s mouth.

“Can you cuddle with Win Win?” You cooed stroking your hand over a very sleepy Teddy’s head. She cuddled closer to you but you had to peel her off. You had to wake up extra early to begin the lengthy process of getting ready for arguably the biggest day of your life. You had a lymphatic drainage appointment first, followed by your nails, then your hair, and makeup, 

“C’mere, Teddy girl, you and I are gonna go snooze a little longer, yeah?” Winnie’s cooed plopping herself on the bed and pulling Teddy over to her.

“Are you gonna look pretty like mama today?” One hairstylist asked Teddy as she did her hair. She giggled a yeah as she watched her carefully part her curls. Yourself, Winnie, Lauren, Teddy and your mum all were getting ready at The Plaza and taking a helicopter out to the location of your ceremony out east. 

“I have a delivery!” Lauren cooed running into the room with a gift bag and a big thing of flowers. 

“I wonder who it’s from!” Winnie teased sarcastically as if it could be from anyone else but Trent. You giggled, pausing getting your hair for a moment to see what he had sent along. You scooped Teddy off the ground and sat her on your lap. 

“Is it from dada? Let's see what he sent to me and you, Teddy girl.” You cooed with a big smile pressing your cheek to hers. You unwrapped two jewelry boxes with dainty gold bracelets, one for each of you, Teddy’s much smaller for her wrist, with two small diamond A letters on it. You pouted as your hairstylist helped you clasp the fine bracelet. “And what will we say to daddy?” You asked Teddy inspecting her tiny wrist new adorn with a matching bracelet. Your eyes started to fill with tears. The morning was starting to get to you. 

“Tanks dada, lub most.” Teddy looked at you with her big brown eyes and a pout seeing you look so emotional. She tilted her head confused. Your mum came over and wiped under your eye with her thumb. 

“No tears after makeup is finished.” Your mum spoke softly. You knew it was coming from a good place but of course it had to be about keeping your appearance up. “Isn’t that right, beautiful girl?” She cooed once more, shifting her focus to Teddy. 

You stood on a slight pedestal in the middle of a grand room high up in the plaza as two stylist helped zip your wedding dress up. 

“Y/N… it's perfect.” Winnie crocked out starting to cry. Her bottom lip quivered as she tried to reel back in her tears. Teddy sat on her lap in a little dress. You weren’t doing the traditional bridesmaids thing but both her and Lauren were in light pink looks. Winnie in an Alaia gown, Lauren in lace Alessandra Rich dress. You wanted it to be relaxed for everyone. High end and chic but casual materials for comfort. Not to mention it would create a moment for your dress to stand out that much more. Your dress was everything you wanted and more. You had originally found a dress in London but things changed quickly when you got word of the Oscar de La Renta column gown of your dreams was available. It was strapless not overtly white but had pearl embellishments in a scalloped pattern overlaying a sheer-ish silk fabric. It was classic but cheeky and you felt like it embodied you.  When you felt the stylist zip it up you felt an odd sense of relief wash over you and your anxiety leave you, feeling more confident in your appearance than ever in this dress.

“What do you think?” You spun around with a childish grin with your arms raised for all the girls in the room to see it, you all done up for your wedding day. You had kind of run with the whole beach wedding theme choosing the scalloped pattern and pearl gown so you opted for a pair of drop pearl earrings with a hint of gold and Jimmy Choo satin sandal heels.

“Mama pwincess!” Teddy squeal shuffling off Winnie’s lap and running to you. You leaned down to her and kissed her forehead. 

“Yeah? You think? What do you think dada will say?” You giggled really appreciating her compliment. That’s all you really wanted was for your daughter to think of you that way. 

“Dada say booful, mama!” She cooed happily swaying back and forth in front of you, anchoring herself to you by grabbing the dress. You thought your stylists were about to have an aneurysm watching her pull on the beading but you didn’t care. You had a photographer with you all day capturing your morning which was surreal so after an hour or so of pictures you made your way to the west side to get the helicopter out to Montauk. Nerves beginning to rise once again. Lauren of course organizing champagne to be on board. Another thing organized was a little girl she had sent to Trent from you for that morning. She had somehow convinced you to do a photoshoot in the lingerie you had purchased to wear on your wedding night with him. She had gotten a bunch of them printed out and placed in glassine envelopes to sneak into his day. One in the interior pocket of his jacket. Another to find tucked under the dinner plate he’d eventually sit at, and a bunch of other sneaky places she could think of. Your favorite were probably the ones where you weren’t even in the lingerie. They were spicy, still sweet but definitely sexy and just for your husband… and Lauren because she helped you narrow down your selections. (vibes 1, 2)

‘We begin our story in New York’ was the sign at the entrance to the ceremony. You squeezed Winnie’s hand trying to not cry. Your dad met you outside Gurney's resort where all the guests had already arrived. Your mum, Winnie, and Lauren took Teddy and made their way to their seats. It was small and intimate but everyone important in your lives were there. Trent waiting anxiously for your arrival. His palms began to get clammy once he saw Teddy get plopped down in his mum's lap knowing very well that meant you were close to come walking down the aisle to him, into your marriage, into the next phase of your life.

Falling for Trent had been unexpected. You felt like your life had been a labyrinth before you ran into him on 78th Street. It was endless turns and dead ends until you found him. This unbelievably handsome, talented, intelligent, loving, man who treated you the way you deserved to be treated. He treated you like an absolute angel. When you saw him outside your apartment building for your first date you could feel your heart calm, when he held you months later a in the tunnel at Anfield, when he told you he loved you, when you moved in together, when you got pregnant, during all of these unbelievably exciting things you got to enjoy then each with the calmest of hearts, so sure he would always take care of you. He made you feel so special, so important. Out of all the amazing, incredibly important people Trent knew from around the world, he always made sure that you knew you mattered too. That you were supposed to be anywhere so purposefully. He’d squeeze your hand and your body would calm once again.

“It will be the best day of your life. Have faith.” Your dad cooed in your ear like he always did, telling you to trust and 'have faith.' Your dad stood with you before the aisle. You could feel yourself shaking. He wrapped his arm around you still holding your hand with the other. “I love you, Y/N. I’m so proud of you. I’m so honored I get to be a part of your day with Trent. Unbelievably happy that you found someone that returns all the love and joy you bring into everyone else’s lives.” He spoke softly and you began to tear. He wiped under your eyes and kissed your temple. You had a floaty feeling lingering all day but one of true comfort engulfed you with his reassurance. You stepped out into the aisle and shut your eyes gently for a moment taking a deep breath. Trent looked at you with a confident gaze at first. There was a tinge of nerves behind his eyes but his perfect pout fell into a soft comforting smile. He licked his lips in the way that he always did. You remember being awestruck by the way he looked in person the first time you met him, the way his skin gleamed in the golden sunlight the same way it did right now.  It wasn’t surprising but it was more so just amazing how his looks had such an intoxicating effect on you, your wedding day was no exception.

'You needed more of him. He was intoxicating, he felt like you took a shot of liquor. You felt light headed, the world blurred around you, giggling to yourself at the feeling in your chest. What the hell was wrong with you. '

Walking down the aisle was a blur, literally and figuratively. Your eyes were filled with tears glazing over them but also the feeling walking down the floral pathway (vibes). You could smell the flowers and the salty air, you could feel the slight breeze coming off the water hitting your skin warmed by the beating sun’s rays, but you couldn’t really make anything else out but Trent at the end of it all, the bright devilishly handsome smile beaming back at you.Trent’s heart was thumping against his rib cage. Nostalgia rushing through him as he remembered the first time he saw you. You looked different today though in the best way possible. You looked older but in a mature more beautiful way. You looked less nervous but in a confident more beautiful way. You looked ethereal as your veil cascaded around you. The sunlight reflecting off the ocean water onto your skin through the cathedral length tulle around you. He definitely didn’t see it off the jump. He was focused on your stunning bronzy natural beachy made up face but the veil was embroidered with the date of your ceremony and a cheeky ‘Til’ Death Due Us Part - TAA.’ You were a vision, an angel on earth, and the love of his life. Your dress reflected and shined, it wasn’t anything like Trent was expecting. It was far better than anything he could’ve imagined.  He mouthed an ‘You look beautiful’ with his waterline filling with tears. You responded with a pouty ‘I love you.’ You said your vows and in a way it felt like you could sense a shift, like there was a change in you that felt more at ease. It wasn’t a valid or genuine worry Trent would leave you but you were insecure and in some way, the fact that you were stood with him in front of your family and friends declaring your love, committing your life to one another was such a relief to you. It was like you could feel the anxiety draining from your body. You kept things fairly simple at the ceremony. You were stood on the very edge of a grassy cliff at the resort overlooking the water. You had filled the area with summer floral arrangements, bunches of green hydrangeas, coral delphiniums, pink dahlias and yellow ranunculuses. You loved the contrast of your ornate dress with the relaxed environment. You had convinced Trent to wear a double breasted light tan linen suit from Brunello Cucinelli with a white button down. He looked delicious and just perfect. You held his hands across from you bitting the inside of your lip trying not to cry as you said your vows. You didn’t read any personal sentiments aloud because you knew neither of you would be able to get through them without balling. You had written them and planned to share them with each other on your own time but they were just for you two to share. You whispered back and forth something you had placed in both your vows, a rendered snippet from Beethoven's letter ‘Immortal Beloved’ and while it sounds pretentious it was just something you had once read aloud to Trent once on a plane. It stuck and you often said it to each other.

“Forever yours.” You quietly spoke just to Trent before the anticipated moment to seal your marriage with a kiss when prompted by the officiant. 

“Forever mine.” He responded the next line in a whisper. 

“Forever ours.” You whispered ghosting your lips over his leaning in a little closer. Trent moved in and you sunk into his pillow lips. It was paradise on earth. Nothing would ever be better than kissing… your husband. It was affectionate, sweet and sincere, long enough that your photographer had a chance to get the best photo and the officiant to step out of the way. You turned around to look at all your family and friends, plenty of tears being shed in their seats. Teddy was sitting more quietly than you could’ve hoped on Dianne’s lap in the front row of seats clapping along with everyone else.

“C’mere, baby bear.” Trent cooed, picking up Teddy in his arms. He grabbed for your hand again, kissing your lips once more. “Happy for mummy and daddy?” He asked Teddy quietly in her ear. She nodded then reached out for your attention. You cupped her cheek and rubbed your nose against hers. 

“You, me, and daddy forever, okay?” You whispered to her before kissing her lips. She giggled in Trent’s arms as you processed down the aisle as The Alexander - Arnold’s. You spent a good amount of time, maybe an hour or so taking photos just the three of you before your reception. Tears welled up in your eyes as you poorly tried to blink them away seeing photos being taken of just Trent and Teddy. They were your whole world but they were also so strikingly beautiful. Your bottom lip rolled into a pout looking on. You didn’t have to say anything Trent could read you like a book. You watched him whisper something to Teddy. He placed her on the grass and she ran to you with giggles.

“Mama! Mama!” She squealed. You bent down the best you could to her level, slightly restricted in your dress. “Piture with dada and Teddy.” She grabbed at your hand and pulled you. “Dada say pretty like mama.” She stopped the tug of your arm to twirl a little in front of you showing you her own dress she was absolutely loving being in. 

“Yeah, my most beautiful girl. Mummy and Daddy’s pretty girl.” You pulled her back into you to kiss her lips and then let her run back to Trent as you followed in her wake. You had put Teddy in a fun Gucci dress. It was summer in Montauk, you didn’t want her to be uncomfortable or give her any space to be upset or complain so you had found a really fun marine motif printed smock pleated dress in creams, blues, and pinks. She really liked twirling about in it and asking everyone she could if they had seen the ‘fwish’ on it which was adorable of course. Her hair brushed tight and slicked into a bun with a few ringlets escaping. 

Your guests found their way and funneled over to the back garden overlooking the sea at your parent’s estate. You had one long table scape for all your guests for the dinner portion that lined and ran directly along the edge of the property next to the water’s edge. It had the same wildflower arrangements like those from the ceremony on the table’s runner. It was earthy and calm, natural and relaxed but of course you needed to change looks for the reception. You weren’t going to wear just one dress on your big day. You switched into a Tom Ford crochet knit dress. It was more laid back. Although it definitely didn’t feel all that relaxed to Trent.

“You need to stop looking so good or I’m going to have to make you leave our own wedding.” Tried cheekily cooed wrapping his arms low around your waist pulling your body flush against his. “You’ve been teasing me all day. Those sneaky pictures were unfair, baby. Can’t see my wife looking like that and expect me to behave.” He whispered closer to your ear.

“T… I am counting down the minutes until you take me out of the dress.” You giggled whispering back to him. “You didn’t like the photos? I thought my husband would want to see me like that only for him.” You sarcastically joked quietly to him. He hummed with some distain kissing your temple. You were in fact dreaming of Trent peeling your dress off, you wanted to rile him up with all the seductive photos you had left for him.  You were desperate to get back into bed with him but for now you had your wedding to celebrate. You sat in a chair next to Trent with Teddy on your knee as Winnie got up to speak. You’d be lying if you weren’t a little nervous for what she was going to say. She introduced herself and began, your heart racing.

“Erm… growing up with Y/N was a mixed bag. She was and is my best friend but constantly being compared to the most perfect person on earth gets old quick but I imagine Marce and Ty can relate and know that feeling quite well with T. It’s one of the many many reasons there are no two people more suited. Never have two more perfect people been paired together. The envy you evoke from the entire world is completely merited and we all hate.. I mean love you for it. 

"To the Alexander- Arnold boys, you are getting the best sister in the world. Somethings I know you’ve gotten a chance to come to know like you will always have the most fun and a good laugh, you will never have a bad cocktail I promise, you will always get great advise, although I’ve heard Tyler gives Y/N a run for her money in that department, and the best closet in the world to ‘borrow’ from but maybe that last bit doesn’t really apply to either of you, nevertheless she is the best sister in the world. You are inheriting one of the biggest blessings and joys of my life being related to Y/N…” Winnie continued rambling on for a little while before beginning to tell a story she wanted to share. “If you know Y/N, and I’m assuming you all do, she’s the bride.” She joked and you shook your head. “ Y/N is fairly synonymous with her best friend Lauren. They traveled a lot together and I’m not sure they every really knew where they were, I could frankly never keep up but what I did begin to notice was that a few years ago when Y/N was in England, I saw that Lauren was in Spain, when Lauren was in Amsterdam,  Y/N was in England, and then oddly enough when Lauren was in Paris… Y/N was still in England. To pull them apart, it had to be something good and to be fair, I think it was.” She looked at you with a cheeky grin as you hid behind your hands embarrassed. “I just wish you had told me what was keeping you in England earlier. So in retaliation for keeping your relationship so secretive in the beginning I’m going to embarrass you but it’s my job and you should’ve known this would come up at some point, sorry.” She giggled, raising her glass to you. You shook your head with a shy grin waiting apprehensively for her to say whatever it was going to be for her to embarrass you. “I remember my jaw just about dropping through the floor into the apartment below mine when Y/N finally admitted she was seeing someone and that was why she was still in England. I figured as much but it’d be fair to say it definitely wasn’t what I was expecting. I once received a text from Y/N when she and my dad had gone to Liverpool for a match a few years prior. She sent me a cheeky picture of the man next to her right now… Yes, I have it here.” Winnie spoke and held up her phone. “Thank you, Apple for saving this as well as unearthing a lot of my embarrassing drunk texts sent in the process but I will read Y/N’s text aloud for you all. ‘I am obsessed with this boy's face.’ She sent me his instagram beneath the text to which I responded ‘wow, are you with him?’” Winnie gestured to you. “Y/N was quick to reply ‘Are you..’  Please close Teddy girl’s ears, your mum curses in the next sentence. ‘Are you fucking insane? Did you look at his instagram he plays for the club. No I’m not with him! I’d have nothing to say!!!’ Well I think you were wrong because evidently you have had plenty to say. She then sent me a photo of Trent on the pitch, just doing his job, unaware his eventual wife was in the stadium. I will skip a more crude text she had also sent.” Winnie laughed and you mouthed an ‘oh my god’ tucking your face in Trent’s neck.

“T, if you want to read, I will show you. Mum, dad, Alexander-Arnold family, I will spare you from it but moving on… I, the smart girl that I am said ‘wow, maybe you’ll get married, get dad season tickets.’ Joking of course, but coming away with the relationship you and Trent have built and the love you share is much more lucrative and valuable than any match ticket, although I know dad has been thrilled with your choice of person to fall for. To be honest, as a younger sister it was hard for me to wrap my head around Y/N moving to a new country selfishly. I had eventually met Trent a little further into the relationship and he was everything and more. T, truly you are one of my favorite people in the world, we always have a good time, you’re a terrible loser, but the best man for Y/N and an amazing father as well.I really couldn’t build a more ideal man for Y/N and I know she agrees with me. Something I know about Y/N is that she isn’t one for the spotlight but it seems to find her, I mean.. have you seen her? Regardless, I was hesitant about the whole relationship. I was scared of the lifestyle, I was scared that she’d be overlooked and under-appreciated I won't lie but there was a turning point for me that I just wanted to share quickly. Trent was visiting our house here and I heard them in the kitchen late one night. As the younger sibling I had a responsibility to eavesdrop so I listened to Trent call her an angel and I felt like he, someone, finally really understood just how amazing she is. Trent, thank you for taking care of my sister and of course my cutie niece. She is an angel and all I ask in this marriage is that you never forget or never take for granted what an angel she is.” You weren’t able to hold in your tears back anymore. Hearing Winnie begin to sniffle between her words tipped you over the edge. You kissed Teddy’s head trying not to just entirely burst into a fit. Winnie carried on a little longer with a few more jokes and well wishes. You had cut a simple sheet cake that just had the same ‘Till Death Do Us Part’ again written atop it. Your mum hated it and you adored it. The night carried on and you had the best time of your life and you were adamant about staying in the moment but you were simultaneously eager for the night to be over so you could go home with Trent, it had been far too long. You enjoyed the night partying with family and friends, Winnie was glued to Jadon, Lauren to Jude and while you were dying to hear about it all you’d have to settle to ask about them another day. As the night dwindled down you had one thing in your mind and one thing only. Your mum had taken Teddy and you were left with Trent giggling your way through the door of your room. 

“Where are you going, beautiful.” Trent asked as you let go of him and scampered off into the bathroom. You giggled and shut the door into the ensuite. He wasn’t sure what you were doing but you knew that’d he’d like what you were doing. You slinked off your crochet dress and slipped into white lingerie that would make any man drool, right now, you’d hope it’d have that effect on your man. 

“For my husband.” You cooed opening the door standing in its frame illuminated by the warm bathroom light. Trent’s jaw slacked just the way you had wanted it to. 

“I am the luckiest man in the whole world. Holy fuck. C’mere baby.” He grinned at you. He stood up off the edge of the bed, taking both of your hands before he pulled you towards him. He sat you on the bed and leaned you backwards crawling over you. Things moved simultaneously slow and fast all at once. Before you knew it he had worked kisses down from your neck to in between your legs. 

“T, oh my god baby I missed you so much.” You breathed unsteadily as he kissed the inside of your thighs before he dove nose deep into your pussy eating you out like a starved animal after your days of no sex. He was eating you out messily and you were in heaven.  

“Fuck, baby. I needed this. I needed you.” He muffled out, his hot breath hitting against your wet folds covered with your juices and his spit. He played mercilessly with your pulsating clit. He was slurping you clean. Your legs were spread open for him as you gripped his hair pulling him further into you, shoving his face closer against you. The noise of it all was impossibly lewd. His plump lips latching on to your arousal. He had the cheekiest smile as he worked away, keeping his eyes flicked up to watch your face scrunch in pleasure. He dragged his tongue from your clit through your folds before he dove into your entrance, keeping his nose rubbing up and down against the sensitive nub. “Taste so fucking good, baby.” 

“Please, T! Right there, oh my god.” You whined, your thighs beginning to shake. The sound of your cries making Trent grow painfully hard. He groaned into your pussy and the vibrations made you throb even more. His lips were drenched with your westness, it ran down his chin and he was loving every second of it, and to no surprise, obviously you were too. He pulled away momentarily and spit directly on your pussy, you were so sensitive even the feeling of it running down you had you whining more. You could feel your back arch involuntarily off the bed. His tongue continued to swiftly maneuver against your opening. You were so wet Trent probably could probably drown between your legs. Swiftly you felt your first orgasm of the night crash over you. He hummed kissing your sensitive clit once more pulling away with a smug grin loving the fucked out expression on your face you couldn’t wipe if you tried. He worked kisses back up your body and each one lit your skin on fire. He dragged his two fingers through your folds before brining them up for you. 

“Open f’me, baby.” Trent whispered still working his kisses up you now at your neck as he brought his fingers covered in your juices and slipped them in between your lips. You moaned, swirling your tongue around his fingers sucking them like you would his cock. “Such a good girl.” He cooed removing them before he sloppily kissed you in between desperate breaths. He climbed over you once more and removed the last bit of your lingerie. “I really loved this, baby but I need to see more of you, this fucking body.” He cooed, beginning to pump his hardening cock in his hand dragging it through your wet folds.  

“T, I need you inside me. Please. I want you to fuck me. I want to take all of you. Make me take you.” You begged him desperate to feel his size stretch you out again.

“I got you, baby.” He whispered, guiding his length inside of you beginning slow languid strokes. You rolled your hips up into him. He groaned feeling your hands drop from around his neck to drag your nails down his back.  He looked down at you with his big mahogany eyes filled with love and laced with lust. You both moaned simultaneously as the sounds of your wet pussy squelched with every thrust stretching you out, hitting deeper and deeper. Trent bit his plump lip watching you take him. You wrapped your legs around his waist tightly pulling his body down into yours. Your foot dragged down his back. He kissed you and then pulled away with a devastatingly gorgeous smile. “You’re so perfect. So fucking beautiful.” He cooed. Trent really believed that he’d never laid eyes on anyone more beautiful than you. “God, just want to marry you all over again, want to get you pregnant again, make more babies that have the most beautiful mummy in the world.” 

“T. I want that. You’re so fucking amazing. I want everything with you. I want you. I want more of you, baby. I love you so much.” You babled frantically losing your breath as he pushed your knees higher up towards your chest. His eyes flicked down at your tits as they bounced from the force of his thrusts. You moaned feeling him find that spot, the spot, the one only he knew. He dropped his head into your boobs, stuffing his face between them. Your breath hitched when you felt him drag his tongue over your nipples before latching his lips to one and then the other after. Your bodies were made for one another and you could feel that sync in pleasure. Trent propped himself up above you to watch his length glide in and out, a white ring forming around the base of his cock. It’d been hours of you sprawled for him. 

“I love you so much. You’re made for me. Perfect for me. I missed this so much. Fuck you feel so good.”  Trent grunted, continuing his pace, lifting your one leg over his shoulder to pound into you deeper. His thrusts growing slightly sloppier. 

“Fuck me, baby. Don’t stop. Please.” You whined. Nothing could ever compare to this. Your chest heaving in and out beneath him. You looked up at him and it felt like with every thrust the more and more you fell in love with him, and the closer and closer you were getting to another orgasm. 

“I promise you, beautiful I will never stop fucking you for the rest of my life.” He cooed. His eyes had a glimmer in them that made your heart flutter. You were so in love with him. He was just so pretty and right now, very sexy. The way his perfect pout was slightly agape, the way his brow creased from the pleasure from fucking you was gorgeous. Only you could make him feel like this, only your pussy. Your body was made for his pleasure. Your jaw slacked when he picked up your other leg and had both held up against his shoulders. His cock pushed so deep you could see it bulge in your stomach. He leaned forwards and kissed you. “I want to get you pregnant again, baby. Fill you up so good.”  He bit your lip and pulled it. 

“T, please. I need you. Cum inside me. I want I do bad. Get me pregnant again.” You begged getting wetter by the second remembering the feeling what his release inside you felt like. Trent continued to rock into your sopping wet pussy. He was so rough and yet so gentle at the same time. He brushed a piece of your hair that had fallen in front of your face behind your ear. 

“Going to give you everything you ever want, baby.” He smiled at you, his dimples indenting in his cheeks. You reached up and cupped his face. Your eyes shut in pleasure. “Look at me, beautiful. Right here, yeah?” He asked as he continuously hit the spot he knew you loved and he could see it on your face. You opened your eyes just enough to see his smug grin. “That’s it right? This spot. You love this, baby.”  The pleasure was insatiable, it was so good. 

“Yeah, T. Yeah, please. You feel so good. Right there.” You whimpered out nodding desperately pulling him down for another kiss. He kissed you back passionately but you pulled away slightly. “T, baby. I’m going to cum. Feels so fucking good.” You whined as tears began to fill your eyes. “I love you so much.” You pouted up at him. 

“I know, pretty girl. Doing so good f’me.” He cooed gently, taking your hand off his face and lacing it with his and pinning it above your head. Your pussy tightened around his cock and you began to kiss his neck, nibbling and biting on his most sensitive areas. You bit down towards his collarbone when he thrusted particularly harshly into you. Your back arched up more pushing your body further into his. Every movement you made had Trent doing everything in his power to not cum. He couldn’t wait to fill you up but this felt too good to stop.  

“T… I’m cumming. I can’t. Oh my god, fuck!” You cried out. He collapsed further into you, his thrusts becoming more and more sloppy. You were moving in complete harmony and he couldn’t hold out any longer. 

“I gotta cum baby, gonna fill you up. Get you pregnant. Fuck you feel good.” His brow furrowed as he dropped his hands to your hips with a harsh grip as he thrusted into you again and again with more precision. “Make a mess, baby. Go ahead, beautiful. Cum f’me.” He grunted and you moaned as waves and waves of white hot pleasure coursed through you. He began to slow his pace. You wrapped your hands around his strong biceps, your nails leaving crescent marks in his skin as you pulled him into you more. You whined feeling yourself drip down the inside of your thighs. A puddle beneath you. You were following instructions, you were definitely making a mess on his cock. He held your hips tighter and he groaned as he pumped his hot white cum inside of you. It continued to ooze out with his slow thrusts. 

“You’re perfect.” You panted out half way delirious not even sure where you were but very sure whose you were. His. His forever. 

“This is the best day of my life.” He rolled over to your side and pulled you into him drowsily. His chest rose and fell as you moved tighter to him unable to keep away. Velvety ropes of him spilled out of your pussy. You wrapped your arms around his neck. “Good girl.” He whispered, kissing your forehead. 

“I… I love you so much T, baby.” You stuttered out barely able to form words. He hushed you pulling you into his slick warm skin. He peppered kisses all over you letting your body calm in his arms. 

“I love you so much, Mrs. Alexander Arnold.” He hummed with a smile seeing your pouty face, fucked out of your mind. You could barely keep your eyes open from the orgasmic haze you were currently in. He nuzzled his face into your hair and breathed you in. Waves and waves of comfort rushed through him from your scent alone. “My angel baby. You’re so beautiful. God, the most beautiful mummy, the most beautiful wife.” He cooed as his one hand gingerly and playfully toyed with the new stack of wedding ringers on your finger. 

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[vid-writes]

Cult Leader Suguru x Female Y/N

Contents: female reader, Suguru's girlfriend, slight fluff with his daughters, orgasms in the sky, cute date, protective Suguru

Word Count: 2,732

"Filthy fucking monkeys," Suguru groaned as he pushed through the curtain and entered the backstage area. You and his daughters were kneeling in wait. "At least I have the faces of three wonderful sorceresses to look upon once I've charmed those monkeys out of their money," he added as he ruffled his daughters' hair.

"We will always be by your side Suguru," Nanako said as she stood up and smiled at her dad. He cupped her cheek and returned her smile. You watched from where you still kneeled, knowing he liked it when you waited until he acknowledged you personally. And you also knew his daughters came before you as you had only been in his life for the last year.

"And you, my dear," Geto started as he kissed Mimiko's forehead before turning to you, "you will always be by my side as well right?"

"Until the day you or I die Suguru-Senpai," you said as you looked up at him. His long hair covered his face a bit as he offered his hand to help you up and that smile that stole your heart every time you saw it was finally aimed at you. You let him pull you to your feet and into a hug. His strong arms snaked around your body and you felt safe and at home.

"That makes me unbelievably happy to hear that Y/N-chan," he whispered as he kissed your hair and cheek. "Let's go get some lunch and then we can do whatever you girls want for the rest of the day."

"I think it's your turn to pick then Y/N," Mimiko said as she smiled at where Geto had tucked you into his side as you all walked.

"Yeah seems fair, we haven't let you pick in over a month," Nanako agreed as she tapped away furiously on her phone. "Though if I could make a suggestion..."

"Nanako let her pick without any influence. You know she caves because she likes to see us happy because it makes Sugu happy," Mimiko cut off her sister with a cold glare. Yeah biological or not these were Suguru's daughters.

"I also like seeing you girls happy because it makes me happy too," you said. The girls both smiled at you before returning to their phones.

"Good to know you love my daughters," Suguru hummed as he dropped a kiss on the top of your head.

"How could I not? They're your daughters," you stated as you looked up at Suguru. You had spent so much time walking while tucked into his side that you knew he wouldn't let you fall or walk into anything. Which meant you could do the thing you enjoyed second most in this world, stare at Geto.

"We want soba for lunch," Mimiko said as you guys walked down the street that led out of the cult compound.

"Can we walk instead of flying?" you looked up at Geto as a blush filled your cheeks. You didn't like heights and Suguru believed walking everywhere was beneath him, his daughters, and you.

"Just this once," he grumbles as he steers you around a hole in the sidewalk.

"You say that every time she asks," Mimiko taunts as she sticks her tongue out at her dad. Suguru in all his badass glory responded in kind. His daughter feigned lunging at him as Nanako watched with a bemused smile on her face. Suguru untucked you from underneath his arm to playfully lunge back at his daughter. She squealed and turned to run only for Geto to have to catch her by the waist to keep her from running face-first into a street sign.

"If you're going to play silly games you might just win silly prizes, little one. Pay attention next time please," he crooned as he let go of his daughter and patted her head.

"No promises," she said as they rounded the corner to the nearest soba shop that Geto would eat at. The owner was capable of becoming a Sorcerer and Suguru was trying to convert him to the cult. They had accidentally landed some of Suguru's manipulated flying curses in the parking lot one evening just before the shop closed and the owner was outside taking out the trash. To say that his reaction wasn't a pleasant one would be an understatement. He tried to ban Suguru, his daughters, and you. Suguru had had to bribe him.

"Ahh the Geto Family how wonderful to see my favorite set of loyal customers on a slow day like today," the owner greeted from behind the counter. His thinning white hair and mustache made him look far older than forty years old.

"It's wonderful to see you as well Mr. Saikayako," the girls said in unison as they offered small bows to the shop owner. Geto tucked you to his side again as you both offered your greeting bows to the man.

"Your usual booth is all ready and waiting for you," Saikayako said as he motioned to the back corner of the restaurant and one of his waitresses.

After a hearty lunch full of laughter and light conversations you all tumbled out of the restaurant as Suguru asked where you wanted to go next.

"I would love to go to the aquarium for a bit," you said as Suguru held you to his side where he leaned against a tree at the edge of the parking lot. He pretended to think about it while Nanako and Mimiko scrolled on their phones.

"Any objections girls?" he asked.

"Nope," Nakao said.

"None from me either. I've wanted to see the jellyfish again for a while now," Mimiko replied.

"To the aquarium, it is then," Suguru said as he tugged you along down the street.

"You know I can walk on my own dear," you objected. Geto looked down at you his dark eyes full of concern.

"I have a lot of enemies who would love to get their hands on you. Having you right by my side makes me feel safest. Nanako and Mimiko have been training their sorcery for years but you've only been at it for a few months now. Anyone looking to get at me would know it's the smartest move to make to kidnap you," he explained as his thin brows scrunched with more concern. "When you're trained enough to match our daughters in a fight then I won't need to keep you shepherded by my side but I'll still want to," he added.

"Our daughters?" You looked up at him and saw hope replace the concern that used to be on Geto's face.

"If you're okay with it. They told me last night they're okay with it," he shrugged as you guys waited at the crosswalk just across the street from the aquarium.

"Our daughters, it is then," you agreed as joy fluttered in your chest.

As Mimiko stood staring at the jellyfish as they rippled through the water and Nanako could barely be seen over by one of the shark tanks you felt that joy grow. Suguru still had you tucked to his side and made sure that both girls had one of his manipulated curses with them just in case something happened or they wandered too far. He might trust them to hold their own but in a crowded place like this, his dad instincts always kicked in harder.

"Anywhere else you want to go after this," he whispered as you guys wandered over to the shark tank where Nanako still was as Mimiko trailed along behind the two of you.

"Home to take a long hot bath to wash the smell of all these monkeys off of me," he chuckled at that, "and then into bed together so I smell like you instead." This made Geto growl softly in your ear.

"I much prefer when you smell like me," he purred as he kissed your temple.

"As do I my love," you replied.

"You two are gross," Nanako scoffed as you two caught up to her. Mimiko smacked her arm but was only met with a glare from Nanako.

"Now don't be that way. I want you girls to have a proper idea on how a man should treat you," Geto scolded as Nanako blushed in embarrassment.

"Can we just go home," she muttered as she kicked at invisible dirt on the floor.

"Sure sweetheart we can," Suguru said.

"And can we fly this time? My feet are killing me."

"Nanako don't be so crass." Mimiko fixed Nanako with a glare of her own this time. Nanako just rolled her eyes and headed for the exit of the aquarium. Mimiko quickly caught up with her sister and they started talking in tense hushed voices with their heads bowed together as they walked.

"Seems someone is taking teenager rebellion to heart," you chuckled as Suguru guided the two of you through the crowded aquarium.

"It does," Suguru sighed. "Sorry that you'll have to deal with flying. I can always put you on my stingray with me and keep you distracted." He dropped a kiss to the top of your head and whispered, Besides the girls like to have time alone together after they've disagreed."

"I don't know if it'll be enough," you whined softly. You hated heights.

"Trust me Y/N you won't even notice until we land at home," he cooed in your ear as you caught up with your daughters in the back of the parking lot. Suguru summoned his pelican and stingray-manipulated curses as Nanako and Mimiko still stood with their heads bowed together whispering furiously. Without bothering to look at anything other than each other the girls climbed into the pelican which promptly took off.

Once you were situated on the stingray curse with your chest Geto's back the thing took off. Before fear could even settle into your bones Suguru's hand slipped underneath your kimono and cupped your breast. He rolled your nipple between his thumb and finger as the stingray climbed higher and higher in the skies.

A gasp escaped your lips as his other hand slid between your thighs and over your bare pussy. You were starting to understand why Geto insisted you only wear kimonos. His middle finger worked your clit in slow light circles as his other hand still kneaded your breasts. Your fingers clutched into his haori as the pleasure built in your stomach. Between the thinning air in the skies and the minute air in your lungs from Satoru's ministrations, you weren't sure which would do you in first.

"Breathe right now Y/N or I stop," he growled in your ear. A sharp intake of air made your lungs burn with the realization you had been holding your breath, it wasn't the thin atmosphere from being up here in the skies after all. "Good girl," he purred and you came right away.

There wasn't much you were willing to give over to him sexually just yet but you had allowed him to train you to come from a trigger word.

The orgasm at this altitude stole your breath so hard that Geto had to give you mouth-to-mouth to keep you conscious. "No passing out on me now," he scolded. His fingers were pushing into your wet entrance slowly, so agonizingly that it allowed you to return to reality.

Your head rested on his shoulder as he fucked you with his fingers and between the strands of his hair, you could see so many stars. There were more stars up here, above the smog of the city, than you ever thought possible.

When your second orgasm came and went you finally noticed the descent of the manipulated curse stingray. You guys were almost home.

"We will be going straight to the bedroom so I can finish what I started," Suguru whispered in your ear as the mansion you guys lived in came into view. "And we will be going all night long, only stopping for food."

An hour later he had you bent over the dresser as he plowed into your pussy from behind. His cock made every bit of you ache in such a good way it left you ravenous for more. Your toes barely brushed the ground as his hips slammed into your ass brutally. Screams of pleasure tore through you as you came again for about the twentieth time since you guys got inside.

"I'm tired of standing, doll come ride me," he said as he pulled out. You stumbled to the bed and climbed on. He laid on his back and you straddled him. With ease thanks to all your orgasms you sank onto Suguru's cock quickly. You started rolling your hips back and forth as his fingers rolled both of your nipples. Just when you could see his frustration building you started to bounce on his cock. Moving almost as fast as he was capable of. Your head fell back as your eyes fluttered shut. He pinched and pulled on your nipples and you were cumming again before you knew it.

Panting heavily you slumped down against Geto's chest. He traced his fingers along your spine as he shifted his hips, he still wasn't done with you. Slowly he started to thrust up into you again as you lay there. Whines from all the pleasure escaped your throat constantly.

"Does your little pussy need a break? Maybe I can use this delicious ass of yours?" His breath on your cheek made you shudder as he lazily fucked you.

"That sounds wonderful," you managed to get out.

With a speed you were used to Geto pulled out and flipped you off and onto your stomach. He tucked a pillow underneath your stomach and squeezed your ass. When his weight left the bed you knew he was going for the lube. He had only taken your ass once before, the last time the two of you fucked all night.

Before long his fingers pressed against your asshole cold and wet with lube, making you jump a bit. He didn't give you time to tense up as he pushed his first finger into your ass slowly and easily. A groan of wicked desire left your mouth as the digit stretched your back hole. Geto slowly worked his finger in and out of your ass until the burn stopped.

He pulled it back out before a second one pushed against your ass with the first, which now had more lube on it. If nothing else you could count on him to use copious amounts of lube when he fucked your ass.

When you had adjusted to three fingers and could feel lube constantly leaking from your asshole he pressed the head of his cock against your hole. Slowly he eased himself in, giving you time to stretch to his size. Once he was fully seated he stayed still, stroking your back, until the pain stopped.

Geto slowly pulled his cock out of your ass and then slammed it back in, in one hard thrust. You moaned ferally and he resumed the pace he fucked your pussy at. The pillow pressing against your stomach made you feel him in both holes. Feeling this full made you cum harder than you had so far that night.

"You're taking my cock so well sweet girl," he cooed as he pounded into your ass. Suddenly he stuttered and stopped, pumping a load of come into your ass. Just as quickly he went back to thrusting as if that wasn't the tenth time he had come that night.

The pleasure high you were on never seemed to end as his cock continued to drive into your ass. He stopped to add more lube before driving back into your asshole.

Orgasm after orgasm tore through you as he continued to fuck your ass. He even resumed his assault on your clit as he plowed you. Your throat was growing raw from all the screaming and you knew he would need a break soon but you didn't want that right now.

Right now you wanted to keep feeling his dick in both holes as his fingers tortured your clit until you couldn't stop cumming. As soon as you broke like a dam and kept cumming he was right behind you. He came three times before going completely still.

"I need to rest for a bit and you probably need food and water," he panted in your ear. You nodded as your breath sawed in and out of your lungs. He slowly eased out of your ass and turned you both on your sides. He tucked you against him and pulled the blanket over the two of you.

"Rest for a minute and I'll have food brought up," he said and kissed your hair.

Or buy me a coffee <3

[sylusmistress]

Run Kitten... Run

Chapter 1: King of the Wanderers

Five days, three hours, forty-five minutes and twenty seconds. That’s how long you’ve been searching through the dense woods outside the N109 Zone looking for the man that has been dubbed as King of the Wanderers. Originally you didn’t have plans to take on this mission, especially since you are still dealing with the grief of losing your childhood friend Caleb and your Grandma Josephine, but Tara insisted that getting out and working in the field would do wonders for your mental state instead of sulking around the office and letting your mind drift off to a dark place. Now after being out in these woods with little to no rations left, a broken tent, and the burning desire to take a five-hour long bath, you have made a mental note to chew Tara out when you return home and to never take her advice ever again. 

“This is fine… this is fine… When I return to Linkon City I’ll take an extravagant bubble bath and then I’ll cook myself a feast meant for a king and eat it all by myself.” In a desperate attempt to keep your sanity from slipping you mumble softly to yourself to keep your mind distracted from how alone you feel out in these woods. The comforting autumn sun is beginning to set and with your tent being on its last leg (literally) you are dreading having to spend another sleepless night outside under the moon and stars. Although you thrive in social settings, you’ve never been much of a social butterfly and under different circumstances you would relish in the idea of being alone with your thoughts and no one to distract you. But after five days of silence besides the occasional monologues you speak out loud to yourself or the shrieking whines of low-level wanderers you’ve slayed, you are in need of communicating with someone or any living creature besides yourself. 

Turning your head to the side you notice the fluttering of black crow wings as they soar through the charming blue sky and land from tree branch to tree branch until it finds a comfortable sitting position. Considering that the file you were given for this mission explicitly stated that this wooden area was desolate besides the presence of wanderers you are somewhat confused about the presence of a crow. But you aren’t someone that is willing to disregard a blessing as you scour the woodland ground in search for any fallen grains or berries you can offer to the nearby bird.

With a handful of unidentifiable berries that could possibly be poisonous if consumed by a human you carefully walk up to the birch tree that looks as if it’s been growing in the same spot for hundreds of years and hold your cupped hands up in the air like an offering to an ancient god. “Psst… Psst… hey there birdie. Would you like a snack? I’m not sure if it’s very tasty but my name is Y/N, and it is a pleasure to meet you.”

After your cheerful greeting an uncomfortable silence befalls between you and the black crow that stays silent while eyeing the pitiful offering in your hands before letting out a disgruntled cawk and flying to another tree branch to sit upon. Squinting your eyes at the bird that blatantly disregarded your offering, your irritation grows as you toss the mystery berries down onto the woodland ground and wipe your hands on your pants before turning on your heels to begin your journey once more. “I swear when I get back, I’ll give Tara a piece of my mind… ‘Go on the mission,’ she says… ‘Fresh air will help get you out of this mental funk,’… blah, blah, blah. I feel worse now than when I was at home in my bed.” Another hour of you grumbling to yourself and trekking through the woods passes before you feel the Aether Core in your heart begin to rapidly thump and buzz in your chest. The sensation is unbearable and feels dangerously close to a heart attack as you let out a loud shriek and almost fall into the dry patched woodland ground before steading yourself against a nearby oak tree. 

“W-W-What is happening?” Fear and panic begin settling in as you try to do your best not freak out, but your mind is swirling with different possibilities as to what could be wrong. Quickly you begin undoing the top four buttons of your shirt to expose your sternum as your eyes try to locate what could be causing you immense distress.

“A-Am I wounded?” Narrowing your eyes with circumspectly precaution at your flesh, you ensure you haven’t somehow been struck by an invisible wanderer and when you decide you aren’t dealing with any external damage you try to focus on what you are feeling internally and attempt to give yourself a self-diagnosis. “I wish Zayne was here. He would know how to fix this... whatever it is…” You whine breathlessly to yourself before taking three big deep breaths and settle your beating heart enough to focus on other breathing techniques Zayne previously taught you before departing for your mission.

One. Inhale. Two. Exhale. Three. Inhale. Four. Exhale. Repeatedly you mentally repeat the simple mantra to yourself until you feel your heartbeat return to its normal pace. Peeling your eyes back open, you gently run the tips of your fingers over your exposed flesh and slightly wince when you press down on where your Aether Core resides. It has been years since you’ve experienced such a sharp and distressing ache around your heart, and you begin to theorize that exerting yourself during this mission in combination with losing your loved ones the week before might have been too much for your heart to handle right now.  

Regardless of what you may theorize, your inability to back down from a challenge is one of your biggest strengths as well as your biggest weakness and so far, your track record as a rookie Hunter has been spotless with no failed missions. Ignoring the logical voice screaming at you in the back of your mind to turn back around and schedule an appointment to visit Dr. Zayne, you decide to take one more deep breath before rebuttoning up your shirt and carrying on through the dense woods.  

Unlike the previous night’s trudging through the woods, it seems that luck is finally on your side as you come across a clearing where the trees aren’t as dense, and the shining moon is shining down enough light to let you see your surroundings clearly without a fire. Using your hunter watch to scan for any possible metaflux levels, you determine that even though this area is out in the open it is a relatively safe location before finding a tree stump and plopping down next to it with an fatigued sigh.

Utilizing this moment of peace, you continue using your hunter watch and reread the file that was assigned to you for this assignment. It was previously estimated that it would take around four days to complete the journey and find the King of the Wanderers, but worry is starting to set in. You’ve been out in these woods for five days and the only wanderers you have encountered so far have all been low level cases that barely pose a threat to anyone. Additionally, it states that this land is void of any life besides wanderers and your mind drifts back to the presence of that rude black crow you met earlier. “Something about this whole mission seems off… but I can’t pinpoint what it is…” While replaying the events leading up until now a thought crosses your mind that maybe Jenna made a mistake but you quickly clear that idea from your mind. As leader of the Alpha Team, it is unlikely that someone as competent as Jenna would have made a critical error that could result in you possibly dying a tragic death out in these woods. Right?

Letting out a disgruntled sigh you lean your head back against the tree stump and close your eyes momentarily as you begin thinking deeper about the mission you are currently on. At the moment you are hungry, physically and mentally exhausted, have little to no food rations left, you aren’t sure if you experienced a heart attack earlier and need to meet with Dr. Zayne as soon as possible, your tent is of no use, and above all else you are unable to sleep the night away because every time you drift off to sleep you have flashbacks to the explosion that killed Caleb and Grandma Josephine.

You are a prideful woman, but the longer you allow yourself to weigh the pros and cons of the situation you have been placed in you are beginning to feel yourself give in to defeat just this once. Dragging your hands down your face you wipe away a lone tear that seemed to have escaped your right eye before looking down at your hunter watch and hovering your finger over the communication hub. With just a click of a button you can call for backup and be extracted from this mission in less than twenty minutes. “I tried… I really did try…” With just one… simple... click…

The momentarily feeling of weakness quickly vanishes when you press the button, and nothing happens. Wiping your eyes once more you sit up with your back straightened and your senses now on high alert as you start frantically pressing down to request for backup. The more you press the button the more your hunter watch seems to glitch until it eventually fades out to an unresponsive black screen. “Fuck!” Immediately you remove the watch from your wrist and check to see if the device has died from low battery percentage. Swallowing a nervous lump in your throat when you see that the battery and inner mechanisms of the watch are all working properly. There is technically nothing wrong with the device, but you feel your skin prickling with fear knowing that there must be something or someone nearby interfering with the connection.

Because of your intense hunter training you can momentarily get a grip on your fear and pull out one of your hunter firearms from its holster before standing to your feet and getting into a defensive position. Focusing all your senses on your Evol you attempt to seek out any enemy energy that may be lingering nearby but the moment you do this you feel your heart start rapidly beating once again. Wincing at the pain that building in your chest you decide to stop trying to use your Evol before you unintentionally cause irreparable damage to your heart.

From out of the corner of your eye you spot a looming shadowy figure dressed in a black leather jacket with red and white thorns decorating the material, a black sweater, a pair of black leather pants, boots, and gloves to finish the look. If you weren’t so busy mentally planning what your next move will be, you would have appreciated how put together this mystery man’s monochromatic outfit was. Because it is now close to midnight, the moon that sits high in the sky cascades down a spotlight to show you the man approaching has a build that is larger than life. His messy silver hair flies down over his forehead allowing you to only catch a glimpse of his bright red eyes. Living in Linkon City you’ve come across various types of people with features that could be classified as ‘abnormal’, but you have never met anyone with eyes as red as two twinkling rubies. While taking in his sharp facial features for a split second you swear that you can see his right eye glowing but when you blink it seems your imagination might be playing tricks on you because of how exhausted you are. “Well, well, well… What do we have here? A scared little kitten that seems to have lost her way?”

Tightening the grip on your weapon you hold it out in front of you and glare at the man before you with a vicious intent in your eyes. Despite your stature and appearance, you are a top ranked rookie hunter for a reason and based on the information given about this mission no one should be in these woods besides –  “I am not lost and do not call me ‘kitten’. My name is Y/N, now, who are you and what business do you have out here?”

The man before you simply stares at you with his piercing red eyes before quietly chuckling to himself and in the blink of an eye positions himself in front of you while directing your firearm to point directly at his chest. “It seems that you are scared like a kitten, have claws like a kitten, and dare I say you are as feisty as a kitten. Are you sure I shouldn’t call you kitten?”

All the fear you previously possessed is now replaced with the irritation you felt earlier as you do your best to keep a poker face and not show an ounce of vulnerability in the face of a possible enemy. There was no physical description on what the King of Wanderers would look like but there was a note in the file that stated once you meet him you would know in your heart who you are dealing with. When you initially read the file, you didn’t think that you would physically be able to feel in your heart how dangerous the man standing before you is. “You did not answer my questions, and I am not fond of repeating myself. I am a skilled hunter from Linkon City, and I will ask you once more, who are you and what business do you have all the way out here?”

With an amused smile plastered on his face the stranger standing before you tightly grasps your hand that’s holding onto your firearm and hovers his finger over the same trigger you have your index placed on. Again, your emotions are all over the place as your irritation now migrates to a bottomless pit of confusion. You aren’t sure what kind of man you are dealing with, especially since it seems that he is silently telling you that he feels that you holding a gun to his chest is not at all threatening or even worth acknowledging with words. “When Mephisto told me that you lacked manners I assumed he was exaggerating.” In one swift movement the gun that was held tightly in your hands is effortlessly disarmed and tossed carelessly to the ground as red and black energy tendrils appear out of nowhere and wrap around your wrist, leaving you immobilized and in a state of shock. “I’m sure whatever profile the Hunter Association has on me lists my name as ‘King of the Wanderers’, but I prefer to go by Sylus. As for my business out here, well… This is my domain, Kitten. And you are trespassing.”

The moment the words ‘my domain’ and ‘trespassing’ leaves from his lips to your ears you feel your mouth go dry and your head starts to feel light headed. Something about all this still isn’t adding up to you and you let out a soft groan when you feel the red and black tendrils tighten uncomfortably around your wrist. “Your domain?… L-Let me go!” Wiggling around to free yourself from the energy bondage you feel another batch of tendrils wrap around your neck and your ankles, forcing you to stay completely still. “I-I said l-l-let me go! Y-you are under arrest, and I need to bring you in for questioning –”

Your pleas fall on deaf ears as Sylus stares at you with an unreadable expression and tightens the hold on your body once more. Not enough to kill you but the tightness is enough to leave a bruise in the morning... if you make it until the morning. Closing the distance between the two of you the air becomes thick enough to cut through and you watch as his face momentarily contorts to one of displeasure before returning to his stoic expression. For the second time tonight, it appears that his right eye is glowing but the intensity of it this time around is a lot more obvious, and you are sure that you aren’t just seeing things because of your exhaustion or the current predicament you find yourself in.

The longer you are wrapped in his energy manipulation Evol and stare at his glowing right eye the more you begin to feel the Aether Core in your heart causing you agonizing pain in your chest. Compared to earlier, this pain in your torso is enough to bring tears to your eyes and you feel as if you just want to claw your heart out to rid your body of this insufferable pain.

With a curious expression Sylus tilts his head to the side and watches countless tears fall from your eyes. Because he has total control of his Evol he is one hundred percent sure he isn’t squeezing you tight enough to bring tears to your eyes and wonders why you are crying, but the moment you begin screaming loudly in pain a sudden surge of discomfort can be felt in his glowing right eye. “What the fu–” Blinking rapidly Sylus momentarily loses focus and almost drops your body down onto the woodland ground before refocusing his concentration and holding you within his energy tendrils again.

“It seems this little kitten is hiding a secret,” This time instead of holding your body tightly, Sylus ensures that his tendrils feel like a gentle caress against your skin. There is something familiar and comforting about being wrapped in his Evol energy, but you can’t place your finger on what exactly is so familiar about this. Nonetheless, you don’t have time to mentally shift through the varying theories in your mind as you start to feel yourself slip into a state of unconsciousness while your heart continuously beats as if it is going to burst out of your torso.

One. Inhale. Two. Exhale. Three. Fuck. FUCK! Cursing to yourself internally you attempt to use the methods from earlier to calm your heart back down but no matter how hard you try your heart insists on beating faster and faster. The pain at this point is too much to handle and you can no longer keep your body from drifting to a place of unconsciousness as your eyes grow heavy and your throat finally begins to feel the effects from all your blood-curdling screams.

Throughout your whole ordeal Sylus keeps his eyes on you until you are silent and breathing heavily while in a state of oblivion. Just like you, he feels there is a familiar energy about you that he is unable to pinpoint, and he wants to know the answer. He needs to know why the longer he stares at you and the longer he embraces you in his Evol you feel like… home?  

While in a temporary coma, his eyes drift from your face and down your body until they land on your covered sternum He is tempted to reach out to touch the covered area when the sound of his two minions breaks him from his trance. Staring up at Luke and Kieran, Sylus pinches the bridge of his nose and lets out a disgruntled breath already mentally preparing for whatever nonsense the duo is going to put him through.

“Sorry we are late boss! Mephisto led us down the wrong path!” Luke pauses his explanation for him and his twin’s tardiness as he looks down at your body that’s comfortably laying in a tangled web of Sylus’ black and red tendrils. “Ooooo! Is this the pretty lady that useless bird told you about?”

Ignoring Lukes inquiry, Sylus looks down at you once more before lowering you down onto the woodland ground and glaring at the bubbling duo with a stern expression. “Make yourselves useful for once and carry her back to the base.”

Behind his crow mask Luke squints his eyes and places his hands on his hips. “But Boss… aren’t you the one with super cool powers?”

After tonight’s events Sylus can feel his patience growing thinner and thinner by the second and the last thing he wants to deal with are his two minions that often need to be threatened from time to time to complete simple tasks. “If either of you value your lives you will do as I say and bring this kitten back to the base.” Without another word he cast one last look at your sleeping form and one more lethal glare at Luke and Kieran before disappearing into the darkness.

“Boss sure is in a grumpy mood tonight. Oh well, come along kitty.”

“Luke, she’s not an actual kitten. And be quiet before you wake her up.”

“But look at her and how cute she is while she sleeps. Just like a kitty cat… I want to pet her.”

“Luke!”

Luke giggles as he gently picks you up and places you over his shoulder like a delicate sack of potatoes before looking over at his frustrated twin. Even though they both wear masks that conceal their faces and emotions, Luke can tell that Kieran is rolling his eyes at him while Kieran can tell that Luke has a silly grin plastered on his face. “Okayyyyyyyyy. Back home we gooooooo.” 

[to-thelakes]

Luke alvez gives the best hugs of the BAU team

i can do nothing but hard agree with this statement. it has been on my mind for days and i simply, merely, just want a hug from luke alvez of the BAU, that's all i want. my skin? clear. depression? cured. grades? flying high.

i think it would make me feel sane and so uhm, i wrote a couple of one-shots, they're like 300-500 words each but they have pulled me from the pits of the depression that was threatening to eat me up today.

so here they are

just a hug

pairing; luke alvez x fem!reader

summary; luke gives the best hugs in the BAU <3

warnings; fluff, pure fluff, domestic fluff, brief mention of injuries, brief mention of reader having a bad day, luke being a mozzarella hater (disappointed in him)

masterlist

Some days were just worse than others and today was one of the days that was bad. You and Luke had been at work all day. It was paperwork day and luckily, you had managed to avoid going on a case. You were thankful for that, you knew that you might have had a breakdown if you had to go on a case. It was just one of those days and Luke noticed. He knew and the second that you got through the door into your house, he wrapped you up in a hug.

You didn’t expect it but the second that his arms tightened around you, all the tension released and you melted into him. Your arms snaked around him, nuzzling your face in his chest. He smelt like home and his strong arms grounded you to the earth as he rested his face against your hair. Your fingers dug into him as you just breathed.

“I’m proud of you,” He muttered. You let out a sob-chuckle before you lifted your head so that you could meet his gaze. You looked into his eyes and moved one hand to rest against his cheek. Then you connected your lips with a soft kiss.

“I love you,” You whispered against his lips. He grinned and kissed you again before letting you snuggle back into him.

“I love you too.” You never felt as safe as you did in Luke’s arms. It was the most soothing thing in the world for you.

-

The UnSub had managed to land a few punches on you as you had chased after him. Your face was bruised and bleeding but you were okay. You had caught the UnSub and he was at the PD but your face ached. The medic had cleared you but told you to ice your face which you couldn’t do until you had returned to the PD.

So, you decided to just sit in the car with a water bottle against your face, hoping that it would do something to stop the swelling. You watched from across the lot as the team discussed. Luke had caught your gaze a few minutes ago and sent you a sympathetic look. You tried to smile but it just hurt. He frowned.

You hadn’t expected him to come over but after he finished talking with the team, he appeared. He leant against the open car door and you looked up at him, annoyance written across your face but mainly cause you were in pain.

“How you feeling?” He asked. You gave him a look and he chuckled, “Okay, yeah, dumb question.” You rolled your eyes and placed the water bottle down onto the seat. It didn’t seem to be doing anything; all you wanted right now was comfort.

“Can I get a hug?” You asked. Luke’s hugs seemed always to make you feel a bit better. He and Garcia gave the best hugs in the BAU, hands down. So, they were your first port of call (and your closest friends) when you needed comfort. He chuckled and nodded. You stood up and wrapped your arms around Luke. He was still wearing the bullet-proof jacket but the hard material was somewhat comforting. He wrapped his arms around you, hand cupping the back of your head as you sighed.

“I’m impressed,” He stated. You scoffed and rolled your eyes but didn’t move from where you were nuzzled against him.

“Thanks,” You muttered, amused by his assertion.

-

You and Luke were sitting on Rossi’s couch. Everyone was a few drinks deep and drinks meant that you were touchy. Though, Luke didn’t seem to mind all that much when you cuddled into his side. You were talking about different types of cheeses and you were judging him hard for his dislike of Mozzarella. You honestly weren’t sure how you got onto the topic but it amused you. Tara joined into the conversation every few minutes but she was mostly distracted by Reid and Emily which left you and Luke blissfully alone to bicker about cheese.

His arm was wrapped around your waist, pulling you in and hugging you from the side. Usually, you would never admit that you liked having him close but you did. You and Luke were strictly platonic but sometimes, rarely, you thought about being more and moments like this when Luke was hugging you made you wonder how perfect your life could be.

“Told you, Mozzarella isn’t that good,” He mumbled against your hair, taking your silence as defeat. You let out a defiant scoff and shoved him playfully, pulling back. You crossed your arms over your chest.

“I was just thinking!” You bit back. He let out a teasing ‘uh-huh’ and you pouted. He rolled his eyes and gently tugged you back into him. There was only a moment of resistance before you let yourself fall back into him.

“You know I’m right.” You merely rolled your eyes at his assertion.

-

Luke - much to his dismay - woke up to an empty bed and he rolled over, rubbing his eyes as he tried his best to locate you. It took him a moment to hear you singing in the kitchen downstairs. Roxy was gone from the dog bed and relief filled his chest. You were still here and he let a smile spread across his face as he clambered out of bed. He slipped a pair of pajama pants on before padding downstairs and finding you making coffee in the kitchen.

You were singing your favorite song at the top of your lungs as you swayed your hips, waiting for the coffee to be done and filling up Roxy’s bowl. He couldn’t help but grin as he watched you from the doorway. You placed the bowl of dry biscuits down before you returned to the counter, not even realizing he was there.

It was adorable and he watched you for a moment longer before he decided to finally make his presence known. He said good morning as he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind. You tensed for a moment before relaxing. You tilted your head back.

“Hi, baby,” You said before you leaned over and grabbed a mug for the two of you. His arms snaked around you as he buried his face in your neck. He pressed a kiss to your neck and you giggled, resting one of your hands over his, “You sleep okay?” You asked. He nodded. The warmth of his back pressed against you was a soothing feeling. It made you melt back into him.

“Slept great,” He mumbled. You reached out for the coffee pot and he let his hands slip away from you which made you groan in annoyance.

“Hey, I was enjoying that,” You muttered as you looked back at him. You then turned back and began to pour coffee for the two of you.

“Payback,” He retorted and you scoffed.

“For what?” You glanced at him before finishing with both coffees. Luke had creamer in his coffee while you just put some milk and sugar. 

“Making me wake up alone,” He stated as he opened the fridge and began to pull out the supplies for breakfast. You scoffed.

“Yeah, yeah,” You rolled your eyes and once Luke had placed down the supplies, you grabbed his arm and tugged him so you could look at him. Then, you pressed a kiss to his lips, peppering a few before you settled back, arms still wrapped around his neck loosely, “You looked so pretty and peaceful. I couldn’t disturb that,” You shrugged. Luke chuckled, smiling bashfully as he met your gaze. He then pressed a kiss to your lips.

“I’ll make us breakfast,” He said. You nodded and pressed another kiss to his lips before you stepped back. You missed the feeling of his arms around you when you were away from him but you tried not to think about it too much.

<3

[sirensvcubus]

Daryl head canons

•He would kiss your head a lot

•boob man

•vey touchy like holds your hips a lot, handsy with kissing

•tries to teach you how to use the crossbow

•lots of pda touches you a lot and try’s to do things while your around the group,

•it surprises new people your together

•he’s very overprotective and jealous when guys try to hit on you

•he always talks about what would happen if you accidentally got pregnant and what a little family would be like

-he try to find you coffee because your first kiss was after a shared cup of coffee

•you have to beg him to shower and he only does when you promise shower sex

•he likes spanking you

•he loves eating you out or having you sit on his face

•he likes licking your panties and choking him with them during sex

•he does love you from behind but knows you like to look at him so he likes it more the way you like it

•he gets more pleasure when your pleasured

•he leaves bruises on your legs and hips from holding onto you while riding him and from eating you out

•he calls you ladybug because you hav a tattoo of one

•while hes held captive or if something bad ever happens he finds comfort when a ladybug flys in and lands on him

•he rubs your back and constantly finds ways to touch you when your doing normal activities

•he likes it when u surprise him after long trips or scavenging with sex

•he took a while to open up but now finds comfort in confiding in you because he doesn’t really have anyone else.

•he holds u when you cry and comforts you

•he makes sure everyone knows your his

•he like it when you casual touch him like his his arms or chest

•you constantly hug and hold each other

•he finds you little trinkets and jewelry because he likes how excited you get

•he teases you before he leaves to scavenge so that you go crazy when he gets back

•he loves caressing your arms after sex

•he likes touching your legs and teasing you by touching your thighs when he’s in the mood

•he likes watching you squirm

•he constantly leaves hickeys and bruises (not in a abusive way like a wink wink way)

-he makes sure you eat and drink before him when food is scarce

•he kisses all up and down your body

•he started trying to draw to remember cute moments of you

•his drawings come out like stick figures that make you both laugh but he keeps them and hangs them up

•you found an old Polaroid camera for him to use instead

•you left him a sexy picture along with the new camera for his birthday

•you guys got walked in on by multiple people due you guys always having spontaneous sex

•he goes crazy when someone hurts you and hes not generally

[do-it-jakey-baby]

Must I Go Bound?

Danny Wagner x f!reader, Jake Kiszka x f!reader

Synopsis: sworn off dating for life, your whole world changes one fateful evening when your best friend drags you out to a show.

Warnings: smut, adult themes, drinking, profanity

+18, MINORS DNI

TAGLIST: @ignite-my-fire

Chapter 1

“This is boring as fuck. Can we go?” You whine into your friend’s ear, the booming music around you making it incredibly difficult for her to hear your bratty outburst.

She scrunches her pretty little features up, pouting at you. “No way, I’m having so much fun!”

This was a usual occurrence for you. Your best friend, Emily, the sweetest being in all the land; ever the party animal and always dragging you along to attend obscure, underground shows with bands you’d never heard of and had no interest in getting to know. As you tried to gather your thoughts, the sound of a guitar screeching to life rattled through the air. Your hands found their way to your ears as you cupped them and gritted your teeth.

“Em, this is fucking shit! I’m going to get another drink.” You huffed, beginning to stomp away. As you turned, the frontman spoke into the mic.

“We have a real treat for you tonight, ladies and gents! Our extremely talented pal Danny is here for one night only to join us on stage. Everyone please give it up for Daniel Wagner!”

You turned your head, ready to scoff at whoever this shitty ass band deemed as “extremely talented”. The man walked on stage, fist bumping the front man and bringing him in for a quick hug.

Wow, he’s… hot

His body was tanned and lean, but with obvious muscle definition. His silvery vest showcased his biceps, and they rippled as he picked up a guitar and swung the strap over his shoulder. His pearly-white smile seemed to light up the entire room, and his face was perfectly framed by his cascading raven coils. A single tattoo could be seen, two thick black bands wrapped around the top of his arm with some sort of emblem studded right in the centre.

Maybe you could stick around for a bit after all…

You swiftly ordered yourself a drink, before re-joining Em.

“You wanna get a bit closer to the stage?”

She turns to face you, raising one eyebrow and crossing her arms. “What happened to ‘Em, this is fucking shit’?”

A blush crept up onto your cheeks, so you turned your face away and awkwardly sipped your drink. Em looked up to the stage and a shit-eating grin spread across her face.

“Oh, I think I see what’s happened. He’s cute, your type for sure.” She goads, chuckling under her breath.

“Would you fuck off!” You grumble, smacking her arm with your free hand. “Are you coming or not? And I don’t wanna hear shit from you or I’ll never come to one of these fuck ass gigs with you again.”

She smiles sweetly at you, then brings her hand up to her mouth in a ‘locking’ motion, then throws her hand over her shoulder, signifying that she’ll keep her mouth shut. She extends the same hand out to you and you take it in yours, walking towards the front of the stage. When you get there, the band is beginning their first song. You stare at Danny as his hands fly across the fretboard, playing every note with extreme precision. The way he immerses himself into the moment, throwing his head back, lips parted, is sending you into a frenzy. You feel like an animal in heat as you drink him in, utterly mesmerised by the display he’s putting on in front of you. You’re pulled back from reality when Em screeches beside you.

“Woooo, go on, Danny!”

You instinctively begin to snap your head towards her, ready to berate her for drawing attention. Instead, Danny’s reaction is quicker, as his line of sight seeks out where in the crowd the noise came from instantly. You see Em nod her head towards your direction in your peripheral, then you’re met with the most intense eye contact you’ve ever experienced. You gulp as his eyes bore into your soul, his smile sweeter than syrup. You manage a smile back, and in a fleeting moment of pure courage and adrenaline, you bring your hand up to your mouth and kiss it, then extend your palm upwards and purse your lips together to blow it in his direction. His eyebrows raise and his tongue licks lightly against his bottom lip as you really drive it home with a cheeky wink. They finish up the song and you turn to Em.

“Fuck, I need a drink.”

You snatch her hand and pull her back through the crowd towards the bar. When you get there, she grabs onto your shoulders excitedly, shaking you back and forth.

“Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, what the fuck was that? I’ve not seen you that ballsy in a long time! Good for you, girl!”

“Drink. Now.” You huff.

“Two tequila shooters, please!” Em yells at the bartender.

Your shots are deposited in front of you, and you make light work of licking the salt from the back of your hand, throwing the tequila rapidly down your throat, and shoving the lime into your mouth. You suck on the sour fruit, then dispose of it within the shot glass. Taking a deep breath, you try to centre yourself after that completely brazen display back there. That was something you would have done without a second thought a few years back, but after many, many bad experiences with men, you’d reduced yourself to a born-again virgin and sworn off those in possession of a penis.

“I think I need another.” You groan, massaging your temples. You stick two fingers in the air, signalling to the bartender for another. As you go to pay, a hand darts across the card machine, stopping you from pressing your phone to the reader.

“I’ll get that, and make that two, please.”

You stare up in disbelief as Danny takes the two shots and places them in front of you both. He extends his hand out to you.

“May I?”

You nod, frozen to the spot. He reaches across and takes your hand in his, bringing it up to his face. Whilst maintaining eye-contact, he slowly licks a stripe onto the back of it, then picks up the salt shaker. You watch intently as the tiny, crystallised grains stick to the spot where his tongue just was. You close your eyes briefly and swallow, needing a moment of reprieve before you really start losing composure. When you open your eyes, he’s pushing your hand back to your mouth.

“Lick.”

Shit

You feel your heart thundering in your chest as you lift your hand up to your lips. You run your tongue across the salt, peering up through your lashes as you do. You’re pretty damn sure he could ask you to do just about anything and you’d comply, surrendering yourself completely. He hands you your shot and clinks his own against yours.

“Cheers.”

You knock your shots back in unison, then he brings his hand up to your mouth again. This time, he has a wedge of lime between his fingers. You part your lips, letting him push it into your mouth and suck the juice from the flesh. He pulls it from your lips and you take it from him, throwing it onto the bar behind you. With your inhibitions significantly lowered, you decide to play him at his own game. You move closer and capture his wrist in your hand, then wrap your lips around his pointer finger. You push it all the way into your mouth, then swallow around it, savouring the lingering citrus flavour from the lime. You release it with a pop, smirking up at him as his breath hitches and pupils dilate.

“Fuck.” He breathes, flustered for a moment.

Time seems to stand still, your lust-filled eyes wandering over each other. You’re practically toe to toe now, your chest heaving as his eyes scan your face.

“So Daniel, are you going to ask my name?” You press as you trail a finger down his torso.

Where the fuck did this confidence come from?

He smirks, then leans down and ghosts his lips over the shell of your ear.

“Tell me.”

You stifle a whimper, barely holding onto any last shred of composure you have.

“Y/N.”

“Well, Y/N, I’d very much like to see more of you. What’s your Instagram?”

“I don’t really use it, I’m old fashioned. Take my number, though.”

He whips his phone out of his back pocket and hands it to you. You type your number in, adding a lime emoji to your contact name. He takes his phone back and seconds later you feel your phone buzz from your own pocket. He looks like he wants to say something to you, but is interrupted by someone shouting his name.

“Danny, you coming?”

He exhales through his nose.

“Just when things were getting interesting… I have to go, but text me. I’d like to pick up where we left off at some point.”

You nod, unable to form a cohesive sentence. He winks at you, then disappears into the crowd. You lean forward onto the bar, wondering how on earth you’d gone from wanting to leave this shit fest of a bar and go home, to deep-throating a stranger’s finger in public. You let your mind spiral for a bit, then feel a pair of hands on your shoulders. You spin around and find Em stood there, her mouth agape.

“Y/N, what the FUCK. I thought you were both going to fuck right here in the middle of the bar! Atta girl!”

“Oh my god, don’t egg me on! That was so out of character!” You laugh.

“So out of character for you right now, but the Y/N I’ve always known had men falling like that at her feet almost every night. Welcome back.”

“Maybe it’s time for me to step back into my power.” You smirk.

~

Later that night you find yourself tossing and turning in bed, unable to shake the encounter from earlier. You’re still so unbelievably turned on, the evidence sitting slick between your legs. You sigh, wondering if some release would help you sleep. You slip your hand under your pyjama shorts, finding your clit and circling your fingers around the bud. Your breath quickens as your mind drifts to Danny’s lips against your ear, his tongue lapping across your hand, and his finger in your mouth. You quicken your pace, the thoughts of Danny tumbling you quickly towards your impending orgasm. You think about how his tongue would feel running through your folds, how badly you want to rake your hands through his curls, then it hits you like a freight train. Your legs shudder beneath you as his name escapes your lips in a high pitched whine.

But it’s not enough.

You scramble to find your phone on your nightstand.

12:49am

You: Are you awake?

Bzz bzz

12:50am

Danny: I am

12:50am

You: 117 Willow Avenue, now.

Bzz bzz

12:51am Danny: Omw

Fuck, were you really doing this? No turning back now…

You launch yourself from your bed, running into the bathroom to freshen up. You roll on some deodorant, swill your mouth with mouthwash and comb through your hair. Around 10 minutes pass and you hear a knock. Your heart pounds as you approach the door, your shaky hands unlocking the latch and twisting the handle. Danny stands there on your dimly lit porch, looking just as fucking edible as he did when you were in the bar. You lunge forward and attach your lips to his, devouring him with ferocity. He matches your demeanour, fighting for dominance as he licks into your mouth. His hands wrap around the backs of your thighs and he lifts you up, your legs wrapping around his hips. He carries you into your home and you guide him to your bedroom.

“Down.. the hall… thir- third door on the left.” You pant between kisses.

He practically breaks your bedroom door down rushing to get in. He throws you down onto your bed and crawls on top, planting sloppy kisses down your neck and onto your collarbones.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about this since the bar.” He breathes, pulling your pyjama top over your head and exposing your bare chest. You sit up and claw at his jacket, throwing it to the floor. It’s a hazy blur as you both grasp at each other, removing articles of clothing one by one until you’re both half naked. He palms at your breasts, bending down to suck the sensitive skin into his mouth. Your back arches as you melt into his touch.

“Oh god Danny, please fuck me.”

“Patience, you’ll get what you want.” He smirks, his fingers ghosting over your centre. You buck up into his touch, unable to restrain from the pornographic sounds slipping from your lips.

“Fuck, let me hear you baby.”

He pulls down your panties in one swift motion and slides a finger through your wetness, circling your clit a few times before plunging inside you and massaging your sweet spot. Your hands grab at his face as you pull him into you, your mouth meeting his as he begins to pick up the pace. You whimper into his mouth and his eyes roll back, clearly enjoying how worked up he has you.

“You like that?”

You nod, not being able to speak as the waves of pleasure consume you. He removes his fingers from you and you begin to whine at the loss of contact, but within seconds he’s spread your legs and is back inside you, but this time his mouth is on you too. You throw your head back as he sucks your bud and fucks his fingers into you at the same time.

“Fuck, Danny. Don’t stop. I-”

He hums against you and that’s all it takes. You’re falling apart beneath him, legs shuddering, his name spilling from your mouth like a hymn. You’ve barely come down from the high when you hear the faint sound of him opening a condom packet, then he’s pushing into you. A guttural moan leaves your chest as he bottoms out. He throws your legs over his shoulder, thrusting into you with calculated movements, hitting your spot each time.

“Harder, please.” You beg, peering up at him.

He pulls out and flips you onto your stomach, then wraps his hands around your thighs and pulls you back, so that your back is arched as far as it will go. He re-enters and drives into you, the tip of his cock grazing your cervix. You squeeze around him, rapidly heading for your second orgasm.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ tight.” He groans, his dick twitching inside of you. He wraps his hand around your hair and pulls back, using the leverage to slam you back into him even harder.

“I’m gunna fucking cum.” You gasp.

“Do it, cum for me.”

Your walls tremble around him as your orgasm hits you hard. Your arms give way, shaking beneath you as you enter a new realm of bliss. The lewd sounds of him fucking your release back into you fill the room, the air thick with sweat and sex.

“Ohhhh fuck.” He curses as his hips start to sputter. You rock back to meet him, squeezing tight as you do.

“I’m cumming, shit.” He moans, bucking into you for the last time and holding you there as he finishes. You fall forward onto your stomach as he pulls out.

“Bathroom is the next door down.”

He removes the condom and ties it in a knot, then pads away. You roll onto your back, your chest heaving as you catch your breath. When he re-enters the room, he lays down beside you and pulls you into his arms.

“Holy fucking shit.” You breathe.

“Holy fucking shit indeed… you’re something else, Y/N.” He laughs, pressing a kiss to your cheekbone.

You prop yourself up onto your elbows. “You don’t have to stay, you know. We’re strangers that just fucked, you have no obligation.”

“You’re not just saying that?” He asks, head tilted to the side.

“Promise.” You smile. “Plus, I have shit to do tomorrow.”

“Ok, well I’ll text you.” He smiles. You rise up and take his face in your hands, kissing him one last time.

“Yeah, do that.”

~

It’s been around two weeks since your encounter with Danny, although the yellowy bruises fading on your hips are a stark reminder of the sins you committed that night. You’ve been texting back and forth since then, and have met a few times for coffee. You’ve enjoyed finding out a bit more about each other, past the mind-blowing sex. From the conversations you’d had so far, you both seemed pretty compatible, but still you held back. Em, on the other hand, was all for it.

“What? He’s hot, no red flags so far, in a band. What have you got to lose, Y/N? She presses over coffee.

“My sanity. It never ends well, I know how this plays out.” You mutter, sipping gingerly from your cup.

“Yeah, there are a lot of dickheads out there, I know. But you can’t stay scared your whole life, babe. You’ll end up missing something great.”

“Watch me.” You laugh.

She sighs and fiddles with her phone for a bit, then hands it to you. There’s an ad for another show at a local bar tonight on the screen.

“Come with me, pleeeease. Have some fun again. Plus, you never know, you might find someone even better in bed than Danny.”

“Ha, I doubt it. But ok, I’ll come.”

Later that evening you’re both sharing a bottle of red whilst you get ready. You opt for a black t-shirt dress that stops at your mid-thigh, paired with fishnets and your trusty platform Dr Martens. Em wolf whistles as you step into her vicinity.

“Damn, girl.”

“I could say the same, you sexy bitch.”

Em is just so effortlessly pretty, with her pin straight dirty blond hair, gorgeously full lips, and freckles studded across her cheeks. She’s clad in a leather mini skirt, thigh high boots and a silver cami, but in all honesty she could wear a trash bag and still look like the most beautiful girl in the room.

“Ready to have some fun?” She wiggles her eyebrows playfully.

“Let’s fuck shit up.”

You walk into the venue, arms linked, and make your way across to the bar.

“Two tequila sodas with lime, please”

“Tequila, again?” She scoffs. “Maybe you’ll have another strangers fingers down your throat again tonight?”

“Can’t have fun without tequila.” You giggle.

The band playing tonight was actually pretty good. You began to sway side to side as the liquor entered your blood stream. The band launch into an upbeat song, so you grab onto Em’s hands, lifting them up above her head, shaking your hips into hers. She shrieks with laughter as you both grind up against each other. It’s so nice to spend a carefree evening with her, actually enjoying life for once instead of being so caught up in the mundane. After a lot of dancing, you peel away and walk towards the bar.

“I’m going to grab a drink, want one?”

“No, I’m good.”

You lean up against the bar, waiting to be served, when something piques your interest. Or someone, rather. The most beautiful man you’ve ever laid eyes on is sitting on a stool a few people down from you. He’s looking towards the bar, so you take a deep breath and slip into the space next to him. You steal a few glances from your peripheral now that you’re closer. He’s wearing a black button down, which is ¾ of the way undone, revealing his tanned chest and multiple silver chains. His hair is chestnut brown, falling in perfectly undone waves on his shoulders. He has slight stubble on his upper lip and chin, and small silver hoops in his ears. You felt your mouth water at the sight of him, the power he held was positively magnetic and he hadn’t even opened his mouth yet.

You stand there for a while, waiting for the bartender to serve you, whilst trying to muster up the courage to speak to him. A few minutes pass and you’re close to abandoning the idea completely.

“Haven’t seen you in here before, you new in town?”

You snap you head to him, momentarily startled by him striking up a conversation with you.

“Uhh, no. I’ve lived here for a few years now. Just… don’t get out much.” You reply, offering him a shy smile.

“What’s the occasion?”

“No occasion, just wanted to start living my life a bit more.”

“So you thought you’d start out by going to a shitty bar?”

“Hey, you’re also at this shitty bar, are you not?” You retort, raising an eyebrow.

A devilish smirk spreads across his face at your rebuttal.

Hmm, he liked that

“So, what are you doing at this shitty bar, …?” You wave your hand, motioning for him to complete your sentence.

“Jake.” He smiles. “And to answer your question, I own this shitty bar.”

Your eyes widen and he chuckles.

“You own this bar?”

“Yeah, but please don’t be impressed. It’s a shitty bar.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not.” You wink.

“Are you here by yourself …?” He mirrors your gesture from earlier.

“Y/N, and no I’m not.”

“Who’s the lucky guy?”

“No lucky guy. I’m here with my best friend, Em.”

“No lucky guy, hm? Does that make me the lucky guy?”

“Do you want to be?” You challenge.

“You’re a fucking spitfire, aren’t you.”

Suddenly, Em comes bounding at you.

“Heyyyyy, oh god I’m so drunk. Do you-” She stops, her eyes raking over Jake. “Well fucking damn. You’re just getting them all aren’t you, baby girl?”

“Em!” You swat at her side.

“Well… I was just heading home. You kids have fun.” She winks.

You grab her arm as she tries to walk off.

“Em, I am not letting you go home by yourself. Sit down. I’ll call us a cab.”

She pulls you to one side, hushing her voice so only you can hear. “No way, you’re going home with that fucking beautiful specimen tonight. Do not even try. I’ll be fine. You cannot pass this up, fucking look at him!”

Jake interjects, putting a hand on your shoulder. “I have my car with me, let me drop you home.”

“Well, isn’t that kind, Y/N? Such a gentleman.”

“Em, we don’t even know him.” You hiss under your breath.

“I know a good egg when I see one.”

The next thing you know, you’re getting into the passenger side of his car. It’s a brand new black Land Rover Defender, with gleaming leather interior. You can’t help but wonder how the owner of a small bar could afford one of these. He drops Em off at her apartment and you make sure she gets inside safety. You sit back down into the passenger seat and he looks over at you.

“So, I was wondering… and you don’t have to, but I have a pretty decent selection of liquor back at my place. Did you want to join me for a drink?”

“Well, it goes against my better judgement, going home with a complete stranger. But, it also goes against my better judgement to get into a complete stranger’s car… so I guess my answer is yes.”

~

The house you pull up to is not what you expected. At all.

First of all, there’s a fucking gate. He had to pull up an app on his phone to open it.

Do shitty bar owners usually live in huge, gated houses?… His parent’s must be loaded or something

“You said you owned a bar right? How many?” You laugh in disbelief.

“Just the one.” He smirks.

Right…

He unlocks the door and walks over to a flashing console on the wall. He uses a keypad to punch in a code and the console flashes, then beeps.

“Security system.” He says, as if he can read your mind. “Kitchen is just through here.”

You walk from the giant hallway into an even bigger kitchen. There’s a huge granite island in the middle, big enough to seat your entire family. In the far corner, there’s an actual bar. Not a makeshift bar, a fully functioning one, with glittering counters and bottles as far as the eye can see.

What the fuck is this guy’s deal?

“Trying to figure out how I afford all this?”

There he goes, reading my damn mind again

“No, just wondering where that drink is you promised me.”

He chuckles, then makes his way over to the bar.

“What do you fancy?”

“Tequila?”

“Blanco or reposado?”

“Give me that old shit, the older the better.” You wink.

He pours the bottle into a crystal glass, handing it to you, then pours himself a glass and knocks it back in one.

“What, no ice in this big ass kitchen?”

“It’s best at room temperature, fucks with the flavour over ice.”

You sip from the glass, discovering almost immediately that he is, in fact, correct.

“Well shit, ok tequila snob.”

Before you can react, he’s in front of you, snaking his hand up to curve around your jaw. He tips it up, exposing your neck. His lips ghost over your jugular, pricking up every single hair on your body.

“You’ve got quite a mouth on you, Y/N. Wonder if we should put it to better use.”

Your breath catches in your throat as he nips into the sensitive skin on your neck. You place your hands on his face and he lifts from your neck, looking you dead in the eye.

Fucking hell, his eye contact is so intense

You feel like you could melt into a puddle under his gaze. The way he’s drinking you in is addictive, you don’t want this feeling to end. Chasing the high he’s providing, you drop to your knees in front of him. He raises his eyebrow.

“I think we should.”

He pulls his lip between his teeth and nods, unbuckling his belt. You unbutton his pants and pull them down enough to reach into his boxers. He’s rock solid in your palm, and so fucking big, but you like a challenge. You spit into your hand and slide your fist along his base a few times, relishing in the tiny moans coming from his lips. You can tell he’s holding back, so you take him into your throat until he hits your tonsils.

“Fuck.” He groans through gritted teeth, balling his fist into your hair.

You bob back and forth, picking up speed. His grip gets tighter in your hair, so you pull back and roll your tongue over his head. He hisses and bucks his hips, sending his cock straight to the back of your throat. You stifle a gag, caught off guard by the movement, but it gives you a wicked idea. You remove your mouth from him and peer up through your lashes, giving him your best doe eyes. His chest is heaving as he looks down at you.

Bingo

“You wanna throat fuck me?”

He parts his lips, losing composure for just a second. “Tap on my leg twice if it gets too much.”

You flatten your tongue and he thrusts back into your mouth over and over until tears are rolling down your cheeks, but it’s so worth it to see the look on his face. He uses the pad of his thumb to wipe the tears as they fall.

“You take me so fucking well.”

Your thighs clench together as you take him down your throat, only providing slight relief from the feral need you have for him. You can feel the wetness pooling in your panties, the noises he’s making only spurring you on. He pulls you off him until only a string of saliva tethers the two of you, then reaches for your arms. Once you’re off your knees, he lifts you up onto the kitchen island and places his palm between your breasts, pushing you back down against the cool stone. He bunches the skirt of your dress up to your waist and hooks his fingers into your panties, pulling them down and throwing them behind him. He places two hands on your inner thighs, parting them, then finds a home between your legs. He begins licking up through your folds, devouring you completely. Your hands twist into his hair as his name falls from your lips over and over.

Fuck, and you thought Danny was good

His hands are all over you, snaking up underneath your dress and exploring your body, only adding to the complete ecstasy you find yourself in. You squirm under his touch, feeling your impending orgasm building rapidly.

“Don’t. Not yet.”

“Jake, I can’t. It feels too good.” You whine.

“Don’t be a fucking brat.” He barks, delivering a smack to your outer thigh.

You cry out, finding it almost impossible to hold yourself back. Your nails dig into his scalp, but this only spurs him on. He’s eating your pussy like it’s his last ever meal, consuming you with the greed of a starved man. It’s like his whole life’s purpose is to make you cum over and over until you’re a trembling mess beneath him, and you are. You can’t hold it back any longer as your release bolts through you like a surge of electricity.

But he doesn’t let up.

“I thought I told you not to cum.” He booms from between your legs, plunging two fingers inside you and mercilessly targeting your g-spot.

“Shit!” You scream, the overstimulation making you writhe and thrash.

“You wanted to cum, so fucking cum again. Now.”

Your legs violently shake as you enter a whole new realm of pleasure. It’s a brand new sensation you’ve never felt before, and you feel like you’re gripping onto the counter for dear life.

“Jake! Jake, stop! I-” You trail off as you feel the dam inside you quite literally break. The string of expletives and pornographic wails that fill the room ring in your ears, as you topple over into utter euphoria.

What the fuck

You feel like you’re suspended there for a lifetime, Jake’s head between your legs, his fingers inside you. When you finally drop back down to earth, you rise onto your elbows.

Everything is wet.

Jake’s face, his hair, the counter beneath you, the floor.

Your eyes widen in horror, but Jake’s face is the exact opposite. A shit-eating grin is plastered across his face as he straightens up to face you.

“How the-” you begin.

“Never done that before, have you angel?” He smirks.

Instead of responding, you grab the back of his neck, pulling him towards you. You take his face in your hands and run your tongue over his face, lapping at your release. He parts his lips, exhaling sharply. You use the opportunity to lick into his open mouth, which he gladly accepts, his tongue gliding against yours as you both fight for dominance. Then, he’s pushing you back, discarding his pants and climbing on top of you. You reach down between you and take him in your hand, lining him up with your entrance.

“Wait, I don’t have a condom.” He breathes, nipping against your ear.

“I don’t care, just fuck me. Please.”

He pushes into you, his lip tucking behind his teeth. He waits there, only half inside you, letting you adjust. You wrap your hands around his ass and pull him, feeling him slide in until he reaches the hilt. The stretch is insane, and you whimper as he begins to rock in and out.

“Fucking shit!” You cry, your nails raking into the flesh of his back.

“God, you feel so fucking good.” He curses as he spreads your legs wider and picks up the pace.

You lick at his neck, kissing a trail up to his ear.

“Let me ride you.” You whisper.

He pulls out and you whip your dress over your head, then remove your bra. You unbutton the last of his shirt, slipping it off his shoulders and pushing him onto his back. Rising up onto your knees, you sink back down onto him, eliciting a hiss as his fingers dig into the meat of your hips. You lift yourself off him, dropping back down over and over as you use all of the stamina you have left to make him feel good. You squeeze around him as your hips move, feeling his dick twitch inside of you. His hands find your breasts, massaging them as your head falls back in pleasure. The new angle paired with his touch on your body has you there already, the pressure rising in your stomach.

“You’re a fuckin’ goddess, Y/N.”

You don’t even warn him this time, he surely knows as your walls begin to flutter around him. You cum for the second time as he fucks back up into you, meeting you with every snap of your hips.

“I’m gunna cum, where do you want it?” He pants.

“In my mouth.”

“Ohhhh fuck. Now.” He grunts as you lift from him and wrap your lips around his head. He paints the back of your throat with his release as you suck around him. You swallow, licking every last drop from him. You look up, opening your mouth to show him that it’s empty.

“You fuckin’ kill me.” He groans, pulling you into him and melting his mouth into yours.

You both sit there, catching your breath. He glances over to you and smirks.

“What?”

“Oh, nothing. Just love a squirter.”

Your hands fly up to your face as you grimace, feeling embarrassed that he’d brought it up. He pulls your hands from your face and cups it with his own.

“Y/N, don’t be embarrassed. That was so fucking hot.”

“Yeah? It kinda was, wasn’t it? That whole… shit Jake, no one’s made me cum like that before.”

“Just say the word and I’ll do it again.”

“Again?”

“Well, not right now. Not sure you could handle that.” He laughs. “But definitely take my number, if you want to. I know I would like to do that again.”

You feel a blush creep up over your cheeks. “Ok.”

He smiles, hopping down from the counter. He extends his hand out to you and you look back at him, eyebrows knitting together. “It’s late, you should crash here.”

“No, Jake. I-”

“Ah ah. I insist. You can take the spare room, if you want. Or, you can stay in mine with me. Your choice.”

You nod and follow him through the house and to his room. He throws you a t-shirt to sleep in, then pulls on a clean pair of boxers and climbs into his bed. You stand there, not knowing whether to sleep with him or in the spare room.

“Like I said, up to you. But I have invited you to sleep in my bed with me.” He smirks, patting the empty space next to him.

Fuck it.

You climb in next to him, pulling the sheets up over you. You turn to face Jake and his arms wrap around your waist, dragging you into him.

“You’re really beautiful, y’know.”

“So are you.” You whisper, feeling yourself being drawn to him like a magnet.

He leans into you, your noses touching. His eyes flick from yours to your lips. “Wanna taste you again before I fall asleep.” He says, his mouth crashing to yours.

You kiss him back with fervour, your hands intertwining in his hair. His hands slide up your back as you tangle yourself in him. He pulls back and plants a soft kiss to your nose.

“Good night, Y/N.”

~

When you wake the space next to you is cold and empty. You stretch your arms over your head and take in your surroundings. You can hear the faint sound of music coming from down the hall, so you pull back the covers to investigate. Following the direction of the music, you find yourself in some kind of home office. Jake is sat down in a leather armchair, an acoustic guitar perched on his knees.

“Mornin’. Sleep well?”

“Yeah…” you respond, looking around the room. The space is filled with …memorabilia? That’s the only word you can think of to describe it. Framed vinyls litter the wall, magazine articles, a multitude of string instruments and amps. You try not to look too hard, not wanting to pry into his life.

“Good. I have a pot of coffee going downstairs, you want a cup?”

“Sure.” You smile.

He stands from his chair, putting his guitar back onto the stand. You follow him from the room, but something catches your eye just before you leave. It glistens on the desk, sitting proudly.

Is that a fucking GRAMMY?!

You feel your heart rise into your throat as you walk behind Jake. You wipe your now sweaty palms onto his borrowed t-shirt.

Who is this guy?!

You silently curse yourself for not paying much attention to the detail on the vinyls or articles hanging on the wall in his office. When you arrive in the kitchen, you pick your discarded dress up off the floor, along with your bag. You pull your phone from inside and spot a text.

10:02am

Danny: Morning gorgeous, we still on for coffee at 12?

Shit! It’s 10:43!!

“Jake, I’m so sorry. I completely forgot, I’m supposed to be meeting a… friend for coffee at 12.” You splutter.

“It’s cool, I actually forgot my brother Josh is supposed to be heading over today too.” He smiles, wiggling his phone which was also long forgotten in the events that transpired last night. “You want me to drive you home?”

“Oh no, you have plans. Plus, I’ve already sorted an Uber.”

He nods, then slides you his phone. “Put your number in.”

You take his phone and type your details in, then smirk as you hand it back. He chuckles as he spots your contact name.

Y/N 💦

You get yourself re-dressed into your clothes from yesterday and hand him back his t-shirt, then make your way out to meet your Uber driver. As you reach the door, Jake’s behind you. He places a kiss to your cheek.

“I hope I get to see you again soon.” He smiles softly.

“I’m sure you will.” You reply.

As your Uber begins to pull away, you spot a white Land Rover Defender driving in through Jake’s gate.

Hmmm, his car has a twin. That must be his brother, Josh.

~

After a quick shower, you get yourself dressed and leave to meet Danny. When you arrive, he’s sat in a booth at the very back. As you approach, he looks up from his phone and shoots you a warm smile, then stands and opens his arms out to you. You hug into him, his strong arms wrapping around you as he squeezes.

“Hey, beautiful.” He hums into your hair.

You slip into the booth and the waitress wanders over to take your order. You can’t help stealing glances at Danny whilst she notes your choice onto her pad. He looks so good today, wearing a tight fitted black t-shirt that emphasises his physique.

“I’m sorry I’ve been a bit quieter than usual this week, a lot of band stuff going on.”

“It’s fine. You have stuff you gotta do.” You give him a genuine smile.

“I have missed you though… Sorry, is that too intense to say?” He grins sheepishly.

“Uh… no. I’ve um, actually missed you a bit too.”

“Hey, I’ve uh- got a party planned for tonight. I know it’s a bit late notice, but I’d really like you to come. If you want. You can bring Em, of course.”

“I’d love to! I’ll call Em, but I’m sure she’ll be down.”

You spend the next few hours chatting, your coffees growing cold. The conversation flows so effortlessly, like you’d known each other for a much longer period of time. You start to wonder if you actually could give yourself another chance at happiness, and if this is what you needed to finally see that not all men are fuck-ass dickheads.

You hug Danny goodbye, telling him you’ll see him later. You hop into your car and call Em, pressing the speakerphone button as you pull away.

“Hey baby girlllll, how was Jake?”

Shit, Jake. You’d forgotten all about him.

“Jake was… fucking out of this world in all honesty. But I’ve just finished up a coffee date with Danny and he’s invited us to a party tonight at 8. You in?”

“Obv, if there’s a party you know I’ll be there. So you’ve seen both of your men today then?”

“Em! They are not my men. I’ve known Jake for less than 24 hours, and Danny and I are just talking.”

“Yeah, mmhmm. I’ll be at yours for 6.”

When Em arrives at yours, you make light work of getting ready. Opting for something a bit more casual, you throw on a pair of high-waisted wide leg jeans with rips in the knees. You pair this with a white textured mesh top with a bralette underlay, and your Nike low Panda dunks. You lightly wave your hair, leaving it to cascade freely over your shoulders. Em orders an Uber and you stop off at the corner store, picking up a bottle of red to bring with you.

When the Uber pulls up to Danny’s place, you’re met with a similar scene to last night. A gated residence.

“Uh, Y/N. What is it you said Danny does?”

“He’s in a band… but I didn’t think it was overly successful. He’s not really given much information about it.” You frown.

You press the button on the receiver and are buzzed in, the gates sliding open for you both. You get to the door and Danny is already stood there, beaming from ear to ear. You hand him the bottle of wine and take turns giving him a hug.

“Hey, so glad you could make it!”

“Hey. Danny, your house…”

He ignores your comment and beckons you inside. There’s already a steady flow of people dotted inside, making conversation and drinking from red solo cups like it’s some sort of frat party.

“You two want a drink?” Danny asks, gesturing towards the kitchen.

You walk through his house and notice it’s a lot humbler than Jake’s. The kitchen is smaller and there’s no obnoxious bar lining an entire side. Danny grabs two cups and looks to you.

“We have beers, seltzers, wine, spirits, anything really.”

“I’ll have a seltzer, please.” You smile.

“Oooo, any white wine for me.” Em giggles.

Danny pours your drinks and you split off to mingle. You end up engaging with some of Danny’s friends and the time ticks on. Before you know it, it’s been two hours and you’re four cans of Topo Chico and a shot of whiskey in. Feeling significantly buzzed, you make your way out to Danny’s porch for a breather. Stepping out, the light breeze tickles over your face, providing a much needed dose of fresh air. You lean against the decking, taking in a deep breath. The sky is shining in beautiful shades of amber and violet as the sun sets. You take a few moments to drink in the stunning visuals, until your name is being screeched from the door.

“Y/N!!! Code red.”

You whip around to see Em sprinting towards you.

“Woah, what’s going on?”

“Uhhh… so Jake is here.”

“What! How?!” You yelp.

“I don’t know. He just turned up with a guy that looks scarily similar to him. I think they’re twins?”

So, that must be Josh…

“What do I do?”

“We can leave, if you want?”

“Yeah, I’d rather not have to explain this. I know we aren’t together, but I like Danny. I don’t want this to ruin any chance of progressing what we have.”

“I’ll go in and grab Danny’s attention, let him know you aren’t feeling well. Then you can slip out and I’ll follow behind.”

“You’re a life saver, Em.”

She heads back inside and you wait for a few moments before going in behind her. You walk through the kitchen and towards the door, noticing that Danny has his back to you speaking to Em. As you’re halfway across the living room, you lock eyes with Jake.

Fuck

You begin to panic, knowing that if you sprint out the door now, you’ll cause a scene. Instead, you start up the stairs, frantically searching for somewhere to hide yourself and think. You open the door to a bathroom and slip inside, shutting the door and walking over to the basin. You turn on the faucet and splash your wrists, feeling hot all of a sudden. As you’re stood there facing the mirror, there’s a knock at the door.

Here we fucking go

You take a deep breath and turn the handle, opening the door to find Jake stood there.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?”

[breakfastteatime]

Today's Survivor request is for @noire610 - Don't go.

Cere is the first to leave. Cal can barely look at her, his anger, his disappointment, choking him into silence. He finds her in her cabin, packing up her belongings. Well, she’s missing one, and he holds it out to her; her lightsaber hilt, his crystal removed from it.

She takes it, as mute as he is. He’s not sure what the gesture truly means.

It’s yours, it belongs with you, take it back. It feels right.

I can make my own lightsaber. I’ll find my own way without you.

Thank you, Cere, for everything.

Cere shoulders her pack and heads for the exit. Her final words?

“Be safe, all of you.”

Greez sobs.

Merrin returns her well wishes.

BD accepts a final pat on the head.

Cal says nothing.

Don’t go.

He can’t say it. He’s not sure he means it.

(He does. He does mean it. Don’t go, Cere. Don’t leave – )

Merrin is the next to leave. Like Cere, she takes everything she has, packing it all into a backpack she shoulders without complaint. She gives Greez a hug, accepts one from BD, and takes one of Cal’s hands in her own.

“I will see you again,” she tells him.

Don’t go.

“Yeah,” he says, his voice so harsh he’ll be lucky if Merrin ever looks his way again, let alone speaks to him. “Be safe.”

He can sense her need to say more, a need maybe to explain herself, but even if she screamed it directly into his ears, he wouldn’t be able to understand it.

Don’t go.

They drop her off on Ord Mantell. She doesn’t look back, and Cal doesn’t watch her go.

It’s no surprise when Greez says he’s going too, it’s too much for him, he’s lost his touch, literally, and all this flying from one warzone to the next isn’t doing him any good. He tells Cal to leave him on Nar Shaddaa, he’ll figure it out from there, and yeah, kid, the Mantis is yours, take care of her until I ask for her back, because she’s still mine, don’t you forget it, and by the way –

Don’t go.

But Greez goes too. He goes, and then it’s just Cal, BD, and the Mantis. It’s too big for the two of them. It doesn’t matter than Cal can walk around barefoot or leave dirty plates, cups and spoons all over the galley without reprimand. It doesn’t matter that he can leave laundry wherever he wants. It doesn’t matter if he fails to wipe down the decks. Who cares if he takes caf into the cockpit? No one’s there to yell at him.

Don’t go.

Don’t leave me.

Don’t leave me with all your echoes.

Greez in the cockpit, checking landing coordinates.

Cere, reading in the lounge.

Merrin, making potions in the galley.

All three of them, living ghosts all over the ship.

He sits in the pilot’s seat, adjusted for his height and number of arms, staring out at space, BD beside him on the dash. He swallows, throat dry, belly empty because he’s forgotten to eat. He’s forgotten a lot of things, including how long he’s been staring out at the stars.

Alone, again.

Adrift, again.

“BD?”

BD looks over.

“If you’re waiting for the time to tell me you’re going to, this would be it.”

Outraged, BD squawks and launches himself into Cal’s arms. He’s not going anywhere. Where Cal goes, BD goes.

“You’re sure?” Cal hears a crack in his voice.

Sure? Is he sure? BD thumps his head against Cal’s chest.

“Thanks, buddy. For everything.”

BD suggests they get back to the mission, after Cal’s had some dinner.

“You up for it?”

Of course BD’s up for it! “Great, because I know where Saw Gerrera’s at, and he’ll have a mission for us.”

[the-possum-writes]

Gardening and a Glass of Orange Juice

❥Character: Finn Mertens

❥Wordcount: 1388

❥Tags: SFW, Chubby!reader, gender neutral, mutual pinning, fluff, one shot, just two dorks chatting a bit.

❥Synopsis: A small little visit from a certain adventurer brings up a few memories from the past as the two of you share a glass of fresh orange juice.

❥A/N: I thought I received a request for Finn/chubby reader and came up with this in one go but turns out it included Fern- whoops! I'll be sharing this one shot as its own thing while I write something with the two of them and finish my 2024 master list. (I'm testing out a new format, bare with me)

❥Taglist: @foxpearlwilder

It's the beginning of summer and what better way to prepare than to tend your garden with seasonal goods, your spring batch of flowers are lovely of course but the thought of eating home-grown watermelon while taking in the view of sunflowers and marigolds had you working the moment June came up in your calendar.

That's how you've spent the whole morning toiling away at the soil until it was smooth enough to plant seeds, even if it meant sinking easily into the dirt due to your weight but there's not much to complain about the smell of fresh dirt or at least until you hear ringing coming from the bell by the main entrance to your home. Oh! A visitor. You leave behind your tools and dust your hands on the side of your clothes before checking through the peephole only to reveal blue eyes and a bright smile, if there's anything else besides gardening that has you equally excited it's this adventurer. "Look who decided to pop around, got tired of adventuring yet Finn?" You open the door to greet him with a smile that could match his, only difference is that you still have all your teeth.

"Only if you got bored of babysitting plants and whatnot." He snapped right back knowinly, already awaiting the answer.

"Heck nah," you wave a hand, it's then that you noticed the gator biting into the side of his robot arm. "By the looks of it, neither have you. What's with the gator?"

Finn looks down at the animal completely unfazed as if a fly just landed on his shoulder. "Oh just a little science experiment that escaped PB's shack, I was on my way to bring it back til I saw something that reminded me of you." It's then that Finn pulls out a ceramic pot from his backpack with his good arm, handing it over as your playful smile tones down into a content one. You give the bowl a closer view, admiring it's matte purple color that would look wonderful with a couple of cosmos, it's a little chipped off around the edges but it's a little imperfection that reminds you of the person who gave it to you. 

"I love it, thanks Finn." You try to give him one of your classic bear hugs in return but it only made the gator growl at you, breaking into laughter between the two of you. "How about I fetch you a glass of orange juice instead?"

Finn nods and follows you into the kitchen noticing there's different potted plants in here than the last time he visited you, he sits on a dining chair to the best of his abilities with a live animal chowing down on him but it's nothing more than an afterthought when he takes in the sight of you at the kitchen counter. How you move around comfortable in your own skin despite how much dirt was on you considering your favorite hobby, with the weather being as hot as it is today he takes note that you're dressed appropriately that allows good movement and sheds you from the sun, now, Finn is far from knowing anything about fashion nor does he pay mine to what others wear but he particularly likes how your current loose fitting outfit sways everytime you go back and forth looking for a clean cup, it reminds him of tree canopies swaying in the wind. He also takes note of the skin on your arms and your face, sprinkled with telltale signs of work under the sun due to dried patches of skin peeling off, he wonders if you've been using enough sunscreen but then again he isn't one to talk with how spotted his own arms became. Anyone can chalk it down to being hipocrit but in reality he cares about you more than he does about himself- I mean, he's got an entire gator on his arm.

"Here ya go, sorry for the mess I forgot to do dishes yesterday."  You apologize, holding two glasses for both of you.

"Thanks."

But in that small instant Finn also admired your hands, they're heftier than his but also just as hardworking with years of experience using gardening tools and littered with small faded cuts due to handling flowers with thorns.

You caught him staring but you tried to not make note of it. "So, going back to Princess Bubblegum huh? How's she holding up? Last time I heard she got overthrown by that old coot King of Ooo."

"She's been doing alright, she moved in her uncle's shack and started growing stuff like you do."

"Huh, never knew she'd had it in her to work on stuff outside of castles and laboratories..." You raise your eyebrows. "You know, princesses with their luscious hair and dainty princess hands."

Finn notes there's something mixed in this conversation, jealousy perhaps?

"Well, I've lost a few arm wrestling matches against Muscle Princess."

You snort a bit at that. "Alright maybe not all of them. But you've always been popular with them, heck I remember back in the day you were head over heels and couldn't take three steps out of your house without a princess calling for help even though we had plans." 

Ah, so that's what it is. Resentment.

"Oh yeah... I mean I still help anyone who needs it, but atleast I know how to handle my time than when I was a kid." Finn tries to laugh it off but he still feels the regret creeping in, so he plays it off nonchalantly by taking a long sip from his juice even though it was eating him on the inside.

"True..." You look away with your own cup in hand. "Has there been any huge differences between that kid and now?" You asked him, wanting to hear his perspective.

"A few, but the first one that comes to mind is that I make room for important things and people."

You take a moment to let that sink in, turning your attention to the matte flower pot he brought you. It's now that you feel silly for bringing up the past when it only exists in memories, your line of thought was interrupted when you broke into a chuckle as you hear the gator growl once more. "Well, there will be time to hang out once you don't have an alligator chomping on your arm." You down the last gulp of your juice and turn around to look for something in your drawers while Finn finishes his own glass. Once he's done he leaves the cup on the kitchen table while you hand him a few bags of seeds. "Here, it's a good season to grow cucumbers and I happen to have a few extra lying around, they should be easy to maintain if PB doesn't have that much experience with produce yet. And tell her I said hi." 

Finn accepts the seeds and pockets them.

"I could come back and help you out placing the sticks and strings around them."

"Oh don't worry about that, I've grown used to placing trellis on my own... But it wouldn't hurt to have an extra hand. That is, if the gator doesn't bite it off first."

This time Finn is the one chuckling but considering the state of his robotic arm and the dents left by the gator, his laughter is more so on the nervous side as the animal has been chomping on it for a while now.

"I'll hurry up then." 

You company the young man to your door but not without bidding him goodbye in a funny way, holding your laughter during the way out. "Alrighty then, see you later alligator." You wave, almost cracking down at the sight of his expression before returning the favor.

"See you in a while crocodile." Finn waves back.

By the time you close the door you break down in a hysterical laughter until your sides hurt, it's then that you're left in a better mood than earlier as you make your way to the kitchen and prepare extra orange juice for your visitor because unlike other times when the call of action was too strong for him to ignore, you get the feeling he'll come straight back to you this time.

[sunsetkerr]

SURPRISE, SUPERSTAR | s.kerr

summary: you fly from london to australiua to surprise sam for her bronze medal match against sweden [1.6k words]

pairing: fem!reader x sam kerr

notes: part two is here!

[ 📱 sammy: ] two more days and I'll be home, missing you lots

[ 📲 message sent: ] good luck today superstar, you’ve got this x

[ 📱 sammy: ] hopefully

[ 📱 sammy: ] how are you feeling? 

[ 📲 message sent: ] better than yesterday, I was so out of it

[ 📱 sammy: ] I know, you were gone all day 

[ 📱 sammy: ] I miss you a lot y/n

[ 📱 sammy: ] keep the apartment warm for me x have to go prac now

[ 📲 message sent: ] I miss you too x go be an athlete or whatever

[ 📱 sammy: ] yes maam xxxx I love you

[ 📲 message sent: ] I love you more, I’ll see you soon x I’ll be watching tonight

technically you weren’t lying to her.. you just never said where you would be watching. You clutched your carry-on close to your body as you waited to get out of the plane. You were grateful for time zones, they helped you keep your story under wraps. As you stood up to follow the line of people out of the plane, you texted alanna, letting her know that you had landed safely; landed in Brisbane. 

while you were on your 22 hour long flight, sam was under the impression that you were sick- sleeping away your symptoms in dreary england, when you were actually flying over to australia.

alanna, who was ruled out for the last two games of the world cup had helped you organise everything. she had told the accommodation team that you would be rooming with sam and for them to organise a spot for you in the vip section with the other family members of the team.

you hadn't seen sam in a month while she was on her world cup journey, smashing records and winning over the nation. you were finally able to make some time off and jetted across the world to cheer on your girlfriend during her bronze medal match against sweden.

the airport was bustling with people, you looked for a sign with your name on it- something alanna had told you to look out for. you were spoilt by the tilly’s team. once you found your name on a piece of card, the matildas logo in the bottom corner, you made your way to the car with your driver.

sam would be at the stadium for the rest of the day, prepping for tonight’s game. so you were free to leave your stuff in her room, which you had now been given a card for. as you came inside, you saw sam’s things sprawled all across the room. you smiled with a sigh, shaking your head. you began to pick up after sam, folding training jumpers, media kits, and training tops over and over. she had been busy, constantly on the move and obviously neglected the time to clean her room. but you knew that she would feel better coming back to a clean hotel room after tonight, win or lose. 

you spent the rest of the day lounging around the hotel room before getting ready for tonights game. you pulled on your matildas jersey, number 20 on the back and sams last name above it. pairing it with some white pants and boots, you picked a large brown jacket to cover it with- knowing that it would be cold during the game most likely.

as you were leaving for the stadium, your phone buzzed.

[ 📱 sammy: ] almost game time, putting phone away x make sure you eat something light for dinner if you’re not feeling good bub x

[ 📲 message sent: ] i’m feeling a lot better, but i will x

[ 📲 message sent: ]  good luck superstar x go show australia what you’re made of 

[ 📱 sammy: ] i love you so much

[ 📲 message sent: ] i love you more

your heart felt overwhelmed thinking of how nervous sam would be for tonight. she had the entire country in the palm of her hand and you knew how desperately she wanted to bring them back some hardware from this cup. she was terrified to lose. 

you knew that it didn’t matter. australia would remember this tournament forever and she was one of the reasons why. she had changed sport in australia for the better throughout this world cup, all of the team had. you were ready for them to show australia what they had to give.

arriving at the stadium you met up with clara and harper who were decked out in all of their matildas gear. 

“hey harps!” you crouched down to the girls level as she ran over to you. she engulfed you as best she could, her little arms wrapped around your neck for a hug. 

“you ready for tonight?” clara asked, a smile on her lips. as you stood back up, now holding harper on your hip- you gave clara a hug hello.

you let out a deep breath, “i’m nervous for them,” you admitted. 

“me too,” clara agreed. “harper wants to go get her face painted,” clara smiled, poking her daughter’s belly. 

“face paint?” you gasped, she laughed at you. “let’s go,” you cheered heading towards the lounge for family members. you let harper sit on your lap as the artist painted a green and gold design on her cheeks. the team photographer snapped a few pictures of you both as you waited for harper. she held your hand tightly as the brush went over her skin. you couldn’t wait to one day have your own child with sam, for this to become your reality. 

the game was getting ready to start as you went and sat in the vip section. harper sat in between you and clara, a snack in her hand. clara pulled a blanket out from her bag and laid it over all three of you. the crowd was beginning to get louder as they announced the girls from the tunnel. 

you stood up with clara, waiting to see sam and there she was. leading her girls out of the tunnel, she waved to the nation as she walked onto the pitch. you cheered loudly along with the rest of the crowd. 

katrina looked up to where she knew harper and clara would be sitting, but when she spied you, she quickly called out to sam. “skippa’,” she shouted. sam turned around to listen to her. following katrina’s hand as she pointed into the stands, her jaw dropped.

there you were, sat in a jersey with her name on the back of it- looking beautiful as ever. she knew she couldn’t leave the team, it was time to do the anthems and she had things to do as captain. 

so she did what she could, she smiled, blew you a kiss and waved.

you waved back, your heart beating faster than it had all day. 

“i love you!” she called out to you from her spot. you laughed, knowing that she was probably fighting all urges to run over and kiss you, you would be doing the same in her position. 

you mouthed back to her ‘i love you too’, waving again. as she lined up with the team, ready to get on with the pre-game, she smiled at you again and her eyes didn’t leave you. 

‘thank you’, she mouthed. 

you blew her another kiss as the crowd began to calm down, ready to sing the anthems so the game could begin. you watched sam stand with her team, ready to play for australia and to show them what football was all about. 

and in that moment, you had never been more proud of her.

[yandere-kokeshi]

Can I get a uuhhhh platonic yandere price with extra overbearing parental affection please ? I got a coupon for kidnapping to if you want it ? Thanks!

-Knight (👑)

Warnings: yandere behavior, talks about trafficking, drugging, alcohol, and kidnapping. Hints that reader is slightly younger (don't worry, MC is old enough!!)

A/N: Thank you for requesting, first time writing him. Sorry, this took so long, been having a hard time writing. Hope you enjoy

THIS IS PLATONIC! — NOT ROMANTIC

Price's yandere behaviors consist of being manipulative, protective, and extremely possessive.

There are a couple of ways you could've met him, but by far, he's infatuated with you; a huge smirk on his face with a cigar resting against his chapped lips.

You could've been a new medic, been picked by the Price himself to help him and the team out by bandaging their wounds after missions.

Or you could simply be a soldier that was assigned to his case. Watching you grow, not only in strength but in confidence to speak with Ghost and him.

Though, the more he spent time with you, his obsession would slowly start to show, making his attitude toward you shift a bit.

He's staying by your side more than usual, walking you to your quarters, sitting beside you while he eats and inviting you out with him and the team; he makes sure your seated right beside him.

Of course, he always puts an arm around your shoulder; either squeezing them, possibly patting your back gently.

Price makes sure to team up with you on missions, obsessively following behind you and playfully making jokes with you.

One thing about you that he absolutely adores is how you trust him, convincing that he can do such thing of hurting someone.

While he would never land a hand on you, Price will kill anyone if they make you uncomfortable or upset in any way. Whether that's witnessing someone touching you, being plain up rude, or idiotic, he's not afraid to throw a punch and break a nose.

Now, if he sees someone flirting with you, and confidently speaks to you, he's immediately up and ready to face them: "Why don't you fly about and leave them alone, eh?"

Until one day, John calls you to his office; his gruff and Britain voice sounded slightly upset.

Coming to his office, you see him slightly frowning; a look in his eyes that's a bit too hard to ignore. Of course, he only wants a chat, yeah?

He offers you a cup of coffee/or tea, making sure it's the way you like. Though, he's staring at you while you drink it, smiling as you do so. Never taking a drink of his... how weird.

Watching you slowly get dizzy, he gets up from his seat before catching you, making sure you don't hit your head on the wooden-desk of his.

Soon, you wake up to a neat bed, clothes changed with comfortable ones and a room decorated with 'home-like' things: huge TV, blankets, and pillows that are fluffed out and lined with your favorite color.

Though, a knock came to the door, revealing Price with a plate of breakfast; his face lit up from seeing you. Noticing you were awake, he set the tray down and talked in a calm voice: "I understand what it seems like, but it's for your own good."

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[cynic-spirit]

Fight Turns Ugly

The atmosphere at the Vandals Club was thick with noise—music blaring, laughter echoing, the clinking of glasses. Y/N had been at Benny's side most of the night, but she'd wandered off to catch up with some friends. Benny, seated at the bar with his usual drink in hand, kept an eye on her, his protective instincts always on high alert.

Then, Benny noticed a guy from another club—he recognized the colors—sidling up to Y/N. The man leaned in too close, his smile too suggestive. Benny’s muscles tensed as he watched the guy talk to her, his hand resting on the bar starting to curl into a fist. Y/N seemed polite but uncomfortable, trying to edge away from the guy’s advances.

It didn’t take long for Benny’s blood to boil. His heart pounded with a mix of anger and jealousy. Before he could think twice, he was off his barstool and striding across the room, his eyes locked onto the guy like a predator on its prey.

"Hey!" Benny’s voice was like a thunderclap, cutting through the noise. The man turned, surprise and confusion flickering across his face as Benny loomed over him, his fists clenched tight.

"What the hell do you think you’re doing?" Benny growled, his voice laced with a dangerous edge.

The guy looked Benny up and down, clearly assessing the situation. "Just talking to a lady, man. No harm in that."

"Talking?" Benny spat the word out like it was poison. "You don’t know the meaning of the word. Get lost before I make you."

Y/N quickly stepped between them, placing a hand on Benny’s chest in an attempt to calm him down. "Benny, it’s okay, I can handle this—"

But Benny was beyond reasoning. The guy smirked, and something in Benny snapped. With a swift movement, Benny shoved the guy backward, sending him stumbling. The guy regained his balance and, without thinking, swung a punch at Benny.

That was it—Benny exploded. He lunged at the guy, fists flying. The two of them became a blur of movement, fists landing hard and fast. The sound of fists connecting with flesh echoed around the bar, and a small crowd began to form, watching the brawl with mixed emotions of fear and excitement.

In the chaos, Y/N tried to intervene, shouting Benny’s name, but the noise drowned her out. She stepped closer, trying to pull Benny back, but as she did, Benny swung a wild punch that missed his target and landed squarely on Y/N’s cheek.

The world seemed to stop.

Benny froze, his eyes widening in horror as Y/N staggered back, clutching her face. The room went silent for him as everything else faded away—there was only Y/N, with shock and pain in her eyes.

"Y/N!" Benny gasped, his voice breaking as he rushed to her side. The anger that had consumed him was gone, replaced by sheer terror and guilt. He reached out, his hands trembling as they gently touched her face. A bruise was already beginning to form where his fist had connected.

"Oh God, Y/N, I’m so sorry," Benny’s voice was raw, thick with remorse. "I didn’t mean to... I would never—"

Tears welled up in Y/N’s eyes, more from the shock than the pain, as she looked up at him. "I know, Benny... I know it was an accident."

Benny’s heart shattered as he saw the bruise darkening on her soft skin. He felt like the worst kind of monster, his guilt eating him alive. He gently cupped her face, his thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped down her cheek.

"I’m so sorry, baby," Benny whispered, his voice breaking. "I never wanted to hurt you. Please, forgive me."

Y/N nodded, leaning into his touch, her hand resting over his. "It’s okay, Benny. I know you didn’t mean it."

But it wasn’t okay. Not to Benny. The sight of her bruised face would haunt him, a painful reminder of what his anger had cost. He pulled her into his arms, holding her as tightly as he dared, his body shaking with the force of his regret.

"I love you," he murmured into her hair, his voice full of desperation. "I love you so much, Y/N. I’ll make this up to you, I swear."

Y/N hugged him back, her hands running soothingly over his back. "I know you will, Benny. I love you too."

As he held her, Benny vowed to himself that he would never let his anger get the better of him again. Y/N meant everything to him, and he would do whatever it took to protect her—even from himself.

[starlightsuffered]

Ghosts (part 1)

Info - trans fem reader, ghosts, abandoned by family, series, blood

I carried my suitcases through the rickety door of my new house. It was dingy. A dark mark stained the floor of the bedroom. There was an oddness about the place. It was both homey and frightening.

I felt like there had been great love here. Every wall felt as though it’d been important and adored. If walls could speak, I knew this place would have a story to tell. I was reminded of the novella called the Brave Little Toaster that I’d read, and of the horror video game about a house that missed its previous owners so much it drove new buyers insane. I shuddered all over.

This would have to do, even though it felt haunted. Every step I took forward I felt like my body was weighted down by something. I didn’t know why I felt…. Almost contaminated.

“A ghost would love it here,” I mumbled.

I began the unpacking process. I didn’t have much. There wasn’t a lot I could pack quickly when my parents had decided I had no home with them anymore.

I was sweaty once I’d put the appropriate boxes in each room. This house had a rickety old AC unit that wasn’t nearly strong enough to cool the whole house. I grabbed a cup and used the sink. There was no water filter here. There was no ice button. I would have a bit of trouble getting used to this life but it would be worth it.

I surveyed my new abode. It was sparse but definitely liveable. I looked and looked until a strange anger over took me. I was prone to it. Biological. The amount of times I’d seen my parents fly into a rage was uncanny. At least I had a reason for the unjust component of it. They had no excuses.

I lowered my head and sobbed. The tension weighed heavy on me. It could’ve been cut like a knife. I needed a relief.

I decided to breathe slowly and take a tour of where I was living. I walked slowly. I made sure to sip water as I did. The technique of calming myself was working well.

My eyes landed on a door I hadn’t taken into account before. I cocked my head. I didn��t know about this door. The house was so small I didn’t think I could miss anything.

The door looked somehow like it was imbued with a sort of cosmic energy. I tiptoed as if there were anyone else in this house I needed to be wary about. I took the handle in a tentative hand. I noticed I was shaking just a little bit.

I took a deep breath and pushed open the door. I gasped, hand fluttering to my mouth as I took in the sight the small broom closet.

The walls were dripping what very convincingly looked like fresh blood. Words and pictures were made on the unsanded walls. There were hundreds of pictures of the same girl. Polaroids, but some in more vibrant colour as the years progressed.

I played nervously with the necklace around my neck as I stepped inside. I swore it was colder inside the closet. I tried to read the messy script on the walls.

“Maren”

“Love”

“Sacrifice”

“Eat”

“A meal for my love”

“I live inside you”

The phrases made me shudder. I also gently a bit nauseous. The girl in the photos must be Maren. On a pulpit, looking almost like an altar or shrine, was a book. Faded writing journaled about a young man’s life. I didn’t have time to read it and my mind was spinning.

“Do I scare you?” Asked a voice. I jumped out of my skin. When I turned to see the culprit, no one was there.

@pmak2002 @softhecreator @plutoispurplw @sp1deyyf4ngz @seungcheol17daddy @jesschalamet @vvsdreaming

[urfavslav]

dialogue is from the movie un homme qui dort, narrated in english by thee shelly duvall. I changed a few lines, bc they wouldn't fit him other wise. cw: if u squint you can see the dissociation mentions. character/kakucho centric piece

You stay in your room, not eating, not reading, hardly moving.

It's been eight days since the horrific battle between tenjiku and toman, kakucho hasn't moved since he got discharged from the hospital, currently lying on the floor watching the ceiling fan spin slowly with the breeze of his open window.

You watch the basin, the bookcase, your knees, your eyes in the cracked mirror. The cup. The light switch.

His eyes slowly drag around his small 'apartment' room until they catch on the small sink. The one that he would use after every major fight, cleaning his worse wounds and injuries.

They catch on the book case, filled with books he enjoyed and ones he traded with Izana, littered with little annotations and highlights. Scattered sheet music with small notes of wear and tear. Records and cd's he had collected over time.

His heterochromic eyes catch on his knees that wobble every so often, threatening to fall or slide down from their bent position as if he were doing sit-ups. The cracked mirror that sits above his sink, the one that you can barely call a sink, the mirror that has taken his rage and now seems to be staring back at him. One red eye and one ashen. Is he sure they belong to him?

The cup that was filled with tea, how old is it? Ran got him this for his birthday, he should probably drink that tea, lest it gets dusty or stale, alas it's already cold. right? The light switch he never uses; getting up at the crack of dawn to work out, spending most of the day with the gang, coming back when he's had his fill of sociability, ready to eat and lie down.

You listen to street sounds, to the dripping faucet on the landing, to the noises your neighbor makes, having a coughing fit, his kettle whistling.

The later in the day it gets he hears the noise increase in volume, cars trying to get home, kids getting off school, sirens, doors opening and closing, cats, life goes on. life goes on and all he can do is observe in his state.

You follow on the ceiling the winding line of a thin crack. A flies pointless wandering. The perhaps calculate progression of shadows.

Kakucho's drowsy lidded eyes follow the small crack on his wall, leading from the door frame to the ceiling, a mere 15 centimeters. His brain finding anything and everything else to focus on. The fly that wanders in, making a few circles in his room before buzzing away.

You are 14 years old. You have 32 teeth, 3 shirts and 8 socks. 77,000 yen a month to survive on. A few books you no longer read, a few records you no longer listen to. You don't want to remember anything else. You sit, and all you want is to wait. Just wait until there is nothing more to wait for.

He feels dissociated from himself, his beloved hobbies now seem distant and unattractive. Why does everything remind him of Izana? The music that sits, collecting dust on his shelf. The shirts they bought together, although a measly errand, he treasured moments like those.

You don't see your friends. You don't answer the door. You don't go down and get your mail. You don't return the books you borrowed from the library. You don't visit your parents.

He disregards the hundreds of missed calls from his friends. He ignores the knocks that come and slowly fade away when he fails to answer the door. He sees the envelopes that get stuck in the mail slot. He knows his books are overdue, the pile mocking him near the door. He misses visiting his parents. He misses living.

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